Anatomy-of-Restlessness

Anatomy-of-Restlessness

On the big bear volume 2

TravelPosted by Simon Røn Dalsgaard Aug 14, 2017 16:37
If I had to talk about all the interesting rides I had in southern Russia, this post would be 5 times longer. So instead I’ll just give you a taste of the first 4 rides I had after leaving Moscow. There was the truck driver Vladimir, who had his two daughters in the back of the cabin, where there wore no seatbelts. They therefore had to hide behind a curtain every twenty kilometers, when we passed a police checkpoint.



Next up came Alexi who thought it was really fun that the only two kinds of people, standing by the side of the Russian roads at night, are hitchhikers and prostitutes. He was apparently used to picking up both kinds and spent most of his limited English praising Russian prostitutes over polish ones, and explaining the different prices in every European country. Then I was picked up by Abram. He drove me over 700 kilometers and bought me both breakfast and lunch, but I might have helped him steal diesel from a gas station. He told me something, I didn’t quite understand, about how all truck drivers in Russia steal, and I didn’t see him pay, before we left the gas station in a hurry. Oleg didn’t speak a word of English but he was very proud of his samurai sword and wanted us to exchange emails, so that we could keep in touch.



As I went further south, I was faced with a new problem, that I hadn’t experienced before. One of my rides dropped me of at an empty gas station around dusk, and as soon as they drove off, 7 big stray dogs came running at me from 3 different sides, barking and baring their teeth. Luckily another driver had seen it, and he pulled over to chase them away, while I quickly crossed the road. I had a lot of problems with aggressive strays, until I consulted the internet, which taught me how to circle around their territory without turning my back on them and to always carry some small rocks in my pocket. The rocks could be used as warning shots, when they ran after me.



Upon approaching Elista I noticed that more and more of the people started to look Asian, which confused me, until I arrived, and my host Anna explained the city’s history to me. Elista is the capital of one of the most unique regions in Europe. In the 1600s a nomadic tribe called The Kalmyks migrated from Mongolia and walked for thousands of kilometers before settling on the steppe west of the Volga River. Today there are about 200.000 Kalmyks left in the area around Elista. They look Mongolian, speak a unique language, that resembles the Mongolian language and live in the only region in Europe, that has a majority of Buddhists.



The city is even home to the biggest Buddhist temple in Europe, built in 2005 at a location pointed out by the Dalai Lama himself, when he visited the city. We were staying with Anna’s grandmother, a linguistics professor and former member of the local communist party, who had some very strong opinions on capitalism, that she was eager to share.



Anna and her grandmother wanted to go to Anarpa by the Black Sea, so I decided to tag along and spent a couple of days relaxing by the beach and drinking ungodly amounts of kvas: a local cider sold in special shops on every street corner.

I left Anarpa for Volgograd, expecting my trip to take two days. However, after the first couple of rides, I was picked up by Alexi who was going all the way and didn’t speak a word of English. He drove me 800 kilometers, which was great, but it also meant, that I arrived in a ghetto, 30 kilometers south of Volgograd, at 3 am. I was coming to terms with the fact, that I would be spending the rest of the night in the streets, when Alexi invited me to sleep in his apartment. I assumed we were going straight to bed, since it was 3 am on a Tuesday, but Alexi awakened his roommate and cooked some meat for us to eat. Then he brought in the vodka. It was a homemade monstrosity with 80% alcohol and at 3:30 am, I was absolutely not prepared to drink a shot of that, let alone 5 of them, so I went straight to bed afterwards.



I had really been looking forward to visiting Volgograd, but I was thoroughly disappointed by it. The city’s main claim to fame is also the reason, why I disliked it. It was the ground of the biggest battle in the history of men: The Battle of Stalingrad. During which 2 million people died, and a lot of the city was destroyed. This meant that most of Volgograd had to be rebuilt by Soviet architects, and to this day the entire center city looks Soviet in the worst sense of the word.

None of the buildings were constructed with aesthetics in mind, they are big soulless Lego blocks that are only mildly impressive because of their size. On top of that I was staying with a host whose house had a broken waterpipe, which meant that I couldn’t shower. Therefore, I quickly left the city and went south to Astrakhan, where I found a much better vibe, very cheap beer, and a host who was willing to drink them with me so I stayed there for 3 nights.



Russia stretches over 17.100.000 square kilometers and when you’re a 20-year-old kid who takes up only 0,25 square meters on a good day, it can be easy to feel very small and alone. Which I did a lot of the time.

Like most people in the West my primary contact with Russians, prior to this trip, consisted of pictures of Putin shirtless on a horse or villains in James Bond movies. Therefore, I often felt scared at night, and I suddenly became very aware of how fragile I was to robberies, carrying all my stuff on my back and with nobody to protect me. In the 23 days I spent there though, all my fears where disproven and turned into fascination.
My rides were all big, bald, Russian men who never smile at strangers, but they were also some of the best drinking partners, I’ve ever met, and they usually drove me hundreds of kilometers.



The land itself is extremely fascinating as well and i loved travelling through it. The endless empty steppe had a vastness to it that I have rarely experienced before and which seemed to be the complete opposite of my tiny homeland. I had a strong feeling of only scratching the surface of a country that it would take thousands of lifetimes to begin to understand. Every aspect of Russia, from the people, to the nature, to the Vodka is full of this power and masculine energy that seems unique to the country. It is a place that I will definetely revisit, but for now I turned east towards Kazakhstan.

Russia is a riddle, wrapped in a mystery, inside an enigma
-Winston Churchill


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