The Golden Ring

Nizhni Novgorod, 11.06.2019 In Russia's last two centuries of history, there have been several devastating wars and 70 years of communist regime. Among the wars, WWII stands out, as the fighting was particularly brutal and scorched earth, aka total destruction of everything, was part of the tactics. After WWII the communist regime had to rebuild …

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Summertime

Moscow, 09.05.2019 Having been in Moscow already quite a few times for business and leisure, I skipped the tourist trail. The city was the last stop in a major metropolis for some time, and I had to work my to-do list of relatively unsexy things like laundry, haircut, get a Russian sim card, buy road …

To Mosow

Moscow, 05.06.2019 From my last experience I knew the ride from St. Petersburg to Moscow would be long and not fun. Therefore I started off with a stop at Pushkin, about half an hour south of the city, to see the tsar palaces. Again the Catherine palace was closed, so the gardens had to suffice. …

Romance at night

St. Petersburg, 04.06.2019 It had been almost six years since I discovered the beautiful St. Petersburg for the first time. Reading my post from back then again now, in a restaurant on my first night back in town, I was surprised I had just stayed so little time. Admittedly, the weather was different. Back in …

Russian Karelia

St. Petersburg, 02.05.2019 From Rabocheostovsk the drive back to the main highway from Murmansk to St Petersburg took about 45 mins through Kem and over a pretty beaten up stretch of road. The impressions of Solovki were still fresh. The Mini moved slowly while I managed to take some pics driving by. I realised many …

The island of priests and prisoners

Solovki, 31.05.2019 It was late when I left Murmansk. I had wanted to reach the port of Rabocheostovsk by 20.00. This now seemed impossible As I drove further South I mentally prepared for camping, at about 18.30 I started to look for a places to pitch the tent. Around here there were no datchas at …

Murmansk

30.05.2019 The road to the border takes just 15 minutes from Kirkenes. The Norwegian border station was deserted at 08:15 when I walked in. A counter window opened, and a mix of blond Viking Ken and Robocop greeted me, a ton of equipment hanging on his belt, all black, but no weapon. “Hello. Norsk?” “No”. …