Continuing our motorcycle adventure through the North Caucasus. This time our route starts in Karachay-Cherkessia. Plateau Bermamyt is a unique place, not very difficult to reach in dry weather, although we had to cover about 40 km on rough terrainRead more

"When the Caucasus is nearby, the sun shines into your right eye" - folklore says. And it really does so! As soon as we left Voronezh, the temperature indicators on the motorbike dashboard started to show a stable rise in outside air temperature. And it reached +33°C in Rostov-on-Don!Read more

Another motorbike trip to the north of Russia (this time to the Kola Peninsula) had been planned by us before the beginning of the disastrous pandemic. And the Rybachy Peninsula is expected to become a particularly popular destination with travellers this year.Read more

Verkhnyaya Toyma. The village Verkhnyaya Toyma is stretched along the right bank of the Northern Dvina river and can be reached in summer only by a small ferry, which capacity is less than a dozen cars.Read more

Finally, we broke out of this madhouse of self-isolation, masks, gloves and other attributes of coronavirus routine. Here we go for a short trip along the route Moscow — Vologda — Arkhangelsk — Karelia — St. Petersburg — Moscow!Read more

Moscow → Liinakhamari. I have a kind of tradition to go on a trip to the southern coast of the Barents Sea in January. But this time it turned out to be unusual. The further we moved north, the warmer it became.Read more

Bolivia. Salar de Uyuni. Lately, nobody spoke about this small country in the central part of South America (and 9 out of 10 people would hardly remember where it is located). But not a long time ago there happened another "colour revolution" or coup.Read more

Lima. In my personal top of the capitals of the world I would write down the capital of the distant and mysterious country Peru, Latin America, somewhere at the end of the list.Read more

Have you ever been on a tour to a garbage dump or, in other words, a landfill MSW? When I was walking around Irkutsk, in which I began to feel home, I heard someone calling my name from behind. I looked back and saw a smiling man walking towards me.Read more