El Diario del Hombre Bàltico

It’s finished, with mother Moskow, Transiberian Trip, some thousand of kilomethers between Ulaan Baatar and the start-point of some weeks ago.

Five days without go down for more time than 15 minutes, alone in a see of chineses, with 5 days of show in the television-window that slowing was changing…yellow, planes and desert before green, hills and forrests. And forrests. And forrests.

An interesting experiment, the last possibility for understand the true: it was really hard find better travellmates.

And now, after the coming back in a shocked city, another train for do the last step. S. Petersburg.

Articolo scritto il Lunedì 23 Aprile 2007 alle 4:45 pm e archiviato in Amici, Persone, Ritorno, Russia, San Pietroburgo, Storie, Transiberiana, Ulaan Bataar, Viaggi, Vita. Puoi tenere traccia di tutte le risposte a questo post abbonandoti ai RSS 2.0 feed. Puoi scrivere un commento, o fare trackback da un vostro sito.