SIBERIA

Long straight roads through a whole lot of green nothing invite me to meditate while Ina does the driving. I think about God and the world, my past life and my future. With many trees and some hills, the landscape is not as open as I have thought it would be. I have to learn that here in the south I pass the Taiga and not the Tundra. Still it’s a strong impression you get, watching this nature, just driving for hours and you can not tell, that you have moved because nothing has changed.
The roads are sometimes very European

and sometimes less.


Anyway you have to beware of holes all the time.
I pass very nice and also not so nice Cities. In each of them I meet great friendly and hospitable people however. They show me around town, tell me about their life in Russia and we just. It’s them who make my trip rich and colorful.
In Omsk I can drink a beer while swimming in a pool and waiting for dinner to be prepared. Also I have a great chat in German with beautiful, charming Lena.
In Novosibirsk I have the opportunity to do something for our nature by helping to clean the beach of Obskaya More and see a great jazz concert.

In Krasnoyarsk I celebrate the cities birthday with enchanting Natasha and friends, also I climb the rocks. I wonder what it is, that makes Swiss people climb every peak they see when they are abroad.

On the other hand, I enjoy nights in the wild Russian nature, bothered only by mosquitoes.

I am afraid this is all I can tell you. The whole big rest, is not expressible in plain words, you would have to experience it to understand it.

One word about daydreams maybe:
As I easy cruise with 100km/h suddenly a big hole appears on my lane. I try to draw aside, but I hit the rim and it cuts my front tire – pfffff and BADABUMM – BIG BADABUMM – Ina and me fly through the air. As we land we flip over and over until we end up in the ditch, both of us not looking too well. All the cars just pass bye, because they think it is a mean makeup. I lay there wishing I would be struggling with AC and WD and have never left save and cozy Switzerland…
These are thoughts that come to my head when I see one of those many busted truck tires on the road, asking myself how they always break. Or I simply dream of Olga or Lena which is indeed much nicer ;)

Have you heard: That Ewen and Charly have stolen my very first Idea and made the long way down?