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We have departed Russia by a bouncing bus, heading from Ulan Ude to Ulan Bataar, the capitol of Mongolia. The journey lasted 14 hours, plenty of time to not only stare out the window, but also watch two films and reflect on the first three weeks of our journey. 298 more words
Editor’s note: The idea for this column, which debuted last Saturday, is for people to share their transnational cultural experiences – a past and present involving personal relationships where our sense of belonging, country and background intersect with another, or multiple others, in deeply personal ways that imprint feelings and memories and shape us and change us in some important way. 1,080 more words
Probably the most scenic day on the train.
Travelling now in a half empty carriage. Many of the originals are still travelling East with us. The couple with the small boy in compartment 8 are still there, and still not really talking despite V’s attempt to engage them over the man’s Australia-motifed Bermuda shorts. 1,318 more words
It was a result of passion; our evening at Muhur Bay. Art, possibility and camping gear aligned like Orion’s winking belt, and delivered us to the shore of the bantam sea, or “Small Sea” strait that is separated from most of Baikal’s impossible gallons by mysterious Olkhon Island. 627 more words