A few weeks ago I drafted a post about New Years and tacos and ugly calluses on my hand. I’ve sat down to work on it several times, but just haven’t been feelin’ it. Not that any of those things are insignificant — I spent New Years with the most wonderful family, the tacos were a tasty surprise, and the rock climbing gym (aka the cause of my ugly hands) has become quite important to me. It a lot has happened and my list of other things to write about is longer and more pressing than that list which I already drafted. And I kept saying, I’ll just finish NewYearTacoCallus* post and then I’ll write about all this other wonderful stuff. But like I said, I just wasn’t feelin’ it. So in the spirit of 2020, I’m letting it go. I’ll get around to it eventually (probably), since Russian New Year is actually pretty interesting and those tacos were actually really good.
All cozied up to sit for 12 hours. Ate an entire sleeve of crackers for dinner. Was really quite happy to be alive and surrounded strangers with a post-crackers chocolate bar to look forward to.
I’m on the move now, and have been for about a week. I’ve traveled 1,148.2 miles and am tapping out this little post on my phone (my backpack is full of sweaters and train snacks — no room for a laptop) from where I lay in my hostel. I’m listening to folks in the other room play cards and drink tea and someone two bunks down from me is snoring. It’s difficult for me to write much on a phone, so I’ll keep the next few posts short, but I really want you to know about Krasnoyarsk and Amy and the guys we met at the banya and Stanislav and Angelina and eating a mini-khachapuri and Igor the climbing instructor and how I slid down a mountain with four Germans, a Spaniard and a Finnish girl.
So my goal is this: to break down these experiences into bite-sized little stories that won’t tire my thumbs out and to hopefully share them every day. Again, writing that sentence here for the sake of accountability.
So anyways, tune back in tomorrow. There should, if all goes well, be some new content about my Trans-Siberian meanderings.
*I realize now that these words strung together like that actually sounds pretty gross. Sorry.