In Moscow I stay with an amazing Russian named Dmitry.
He asks me if I want to go to a music festrival in Tarusa, 200 kilometers away from the city,
and I say hell yea.
Transportation via hitchhiking, a train, a bus and a lot of walking.
Striking a Korean pose with some locals on a bus.
Dima tells the buslady that we are broke and convinces her to let us ride three for the price of one.
Which seems funny and a little awkward after he busts out his expensive camera to take pictures.
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| After a long trek we make it to this dude's summer home. It's his birthday and a bunch of friends and family are campfiring it around back. |
Dmitry introduces me and the birthday guy says "oh well we all speaking English so we'll just speak English for the rest of the night. Where are you from?"
I'm used to people not knowing where Saint Louis is so I give my usual answer,
"I'm from a city south of Chicago called Saint Louis"
He answers "That's an amazing coincidence. I was just telling my friends that Chuck Berry still plays concerts in Saint Louis."
I am floored.
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This is Dmitry. He just quit his job at Microsoft and is getting ready for a crazy trip (which he is on now) hitchhiking from Moscow to the Philippines.
He really loves jumping photos.
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Lots of photographers.
In route to the festival.
Loads of great musicians.
This band is playing eastern European music on a dumbek, bagpipes, tuba and hammer dulcimer.
Perfect Josh Wedding music.
Russian Hippies
Chainsaw and Vodka
spelunking
I see confederate flags all over the world.
Understandably, most people don't really know the connotations that come with the flag.
I remember being shocked the handful of times I saw Korean's on Harleys with confederate flags on their jackets.
One of the symtoms of globalization is that remnants of American culture are everywhere.
From Mickey Mouse to the confederate battle flag.
I spend another night at the summer home.
One of the things I miss most about Korea is the bathhouses.
I don't get to experience a proper Russian Banya but this one is nice.
Extreme heat.
High and Dry.
You wear a hat to keep your body from overheating.
I could never get that damn magic ball to work.
Not to sounds sappy, but I'm really lucky to have met such kind and generous people.
