Hotel Latitude 55
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... to Novosibirsk after his annual visit to his parents in Yekaterinburg, a journey of 21hrs each way! Landscape wise there wasn't a lot to see. Lots of silver birch trees, what seems to be abandoned agricultural land, and mostly it's very flat. We entered into Siberia just before midnight. Western Siberia is lusher, wetter and more tree covered than we expected. Thanks to Emily Rick had some Japanese instructions for making an origami turtle, you can see ...
... the opposite impression of Omsk!
Tomorrow I will get all the necessary items, for the 1800 km ahead towards Irkutsk. I plan no rest days during this stretche, probably many camping nights and not much connection with all you guys, but I must be prepared that plans could change under certain weather condition.
... shops and this time, they sell beer! I buy 4 cans, ok they might be litre cans, but only 4. When I get back on, Leo has also bought 2 small cans and some of the fish that was being sold. I crack open a beer, which we share and Leo hacks up one of the fish he just bought, to share. The fish is good, it is smoked as well, but very salty. At this point Leo decides he has had enough beer and laughs at how much I have bought, so I crack my first Russian joke; "mnyeh hochyesta ...
... sandwiches with my supplies. It was now around 12:30 Moscow time so it was lunch time somewhere.
I love having my Trailblazer Trans Siberian guide with me. It has a kilometre by kilometre breakdown of the journey with information on all of the stops. Looking at the map of Russia, I finally can see that I'm making progress across this country. Up to now my travels have been restricted to what is really a tiny corner of Russia. The countryside has opened up into a lot ...
... to the bottom, someone’s prayers answered: Then we came to the bridge we’d seen from high above, only thing was, it was broken. One of the pylons in midstream had sunk. Fortunately the much older wooden bridge was in slightly better roadworthiness and we crossed it running the risk of getting a nail or broken plank through our tyres. Following the mob of goats we made it into the village of Buyant:
This is a grubby little village if ...