September 29, 2011 – 9:43 am
In Tomsk we met someone called Gregory who got together some of his mates with carrier bags full of vodka bottles, and took us into the Taiga Forest to murder us for a barbecue.
Gregory turned out to be the perfect host, guiding us back out of the forest in the small hours.
The trouble with staying in hostels is that you get on a kind of treadmill, meeting only other tourists. (We tried to correct this by using the couchsurfing website.) I wish I’d done more cartoons like the one below, but the trains and buses were too clattery to draw in.
Also tagged cartoon, drawing, forest, hostel, international, irkutsk, pen, pencil, russia, sketch, taiga, travel, trip
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September 24, 2011 – 8:40 am
When Caz was little there was a world map their kitchen wall, and she found it hilarious that there was a place called Omsk and a place called Tomsk. Her Dad said they must go there one day, so we took a diversion to Tomsk, which is a small branch line (ie several hours in Russian terms) off the trans-Siberian railway. Caz’s Dad flew in to Moscow and joined us especially for that bit.
“The lady said she knows 3 expressions in English: ‘Thank you,’ ‘I love you,’ and ‘It’s a miracle!’”
Also tagged moscow, omsk, pencil, railway, russia, sketch, taiga, train, trans-siberian, travel, trip
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October 3, 2007 – 10:56 am
Also tagged barbecue, bus queue, caz, diary, forest, miracle, omsk, pencil, russia, russians, siberia, siberian, sketch, taiga, tank, train, trans siberian railway, travel
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