Cling to the ledge, the last spurt, and here it is, the top. Under the feet of Elba, all of Saxony in the palm. Someone in such a situation is scratching with uneven letters of joy on the stone “Oleg was here,” but not a German climber. He writes the same thing in a special notebook, which is stored at each top of Saxon Switzerland in a special box. To avoid vandalism. The Germans still order maniacs. Continue reading
Two dolphins rush towards us and begin to make turns around the boat. Jumping high out of the water, they clap their fins like a circus performance. And the little bay itself, surrounded by limestone cliffs, resembles a circus ring, lost in a maze of channels and islets of the Strait of Hormuz. We have just set sail from the Musandam peninsula, the northern exclave of Oman, separated from the main territory of the country by the United Arab Emirates. Continue reading
On the horizon – the snow caps of the mountains. Behind the glass of the car flashed a motley ribbon similar to each other coastal towns. Faded, aged by time and bad weather – yellow, orange, blue. Squeezed by two-and three-storey houses with colored lattice shutters, the road sometimes narrows so much that you don’t leave the truck any more.
Somewhere below, near the water, luxurious villas are hidden. Continue reading
They burn everything: food, money, clothes, tablets. Sacrificial fires blaze along the roads, at snack bars and shops. So on the central streets of Hanoi, Tryng Nguyen is celebrated – the day of wandering souls. This is the second most important holiday – after Tet Nguyen Dan, the Vietnamese New Year.
Three young men in greasy T-shirts and knee-high shorts right on the sidewalk, a meter away from hundreds of motorbikes passing by, collect a car model from cardboard. Such a car on the streets of Vietnam almost does not meet: in the country the tax on owning a car sometimes exceeds its cost. Here it is really a luxury, not a means of transportation. But a model made of paper the size of a shoebox is not a child’s toy, but an offering to deceased ancestors. Continue reading
The Perm land knows how to surprise anyone: the Kungur ice cave, the rocky cliffs above Kama and Chusovaya, the Permian gods and animal style, the Permian fossils. But there is also a second layer of attractions, to which the tourist rarely gets, but in vain. Local history museums and the inconspicuous wooden mansions of small towns and villages keep evidence of the life of the Stroganovs — an outstanding dynasty that for four centuries influenced the economy, politics, and culture of Russia like no other kind. This is not a family, this is a state in a state. You can get into it now – for this you need to fly to Perm and drive 200 kilometers to the north. Continue reading