Dear Blog Followers…..

I am in the process of transferring my blog to a new host – it is scheduled to begin tomorrow morning (Jan. 10) at 5 a.m. My apologies if you experience much downtime, but hopefully that will not be the case – should be done within a day or two! I look forward to bringing you more stories and images from Life in Russia as well as sharing my travels through parts of Russia and other former-Soviet countries! Also, if you have not yet, please check out the new Facebook page I created (finally!). I try to post photos and other things “Russia” there daily, as well as to Google+.

Cheers!

Lindsay

an old building on ulitsa Shvetsova, in the "Soviet" area of Saint Petersburg between metro stops Narvskaya and Avtovo.

an old building on ulitsa Shvetsova, in the “Soviet” area of Saint Petersburg between metro stops Narvskaya and Avtovo.

Russian white nights.

The Russian winter is cold, dark, depressing and sometimes just downright brutal. Having arrived to Saint Petersburg at the end of January, 2011, my first taste of life in Russia was one of freezing cold temperatures, wet slippery streets and sidewalks, falling “killer” icicles (and ice flying off the roof tops), short days and very little sunshine. It’s no wonder that people from Saint Petersburg break out their bathing suits at the first sight of spring and go sunbathing at the beach by Peter and Paul fortress – snow still on the ground or not.

But then comes the longer days in April and May, and eventually comes the white nights in June, and it’s as if winter really wasn’t such a big deal. One goes from wanting to sleep all the time in winter to not being able to sleep at all in summer – from 11 a.m. sunrise and 4 p.m. sunset in winter to a 4 a.m. sunrise and 1 a.m. “sunset” in summer, which is more like a period of twilight. I remember talking to my landlady’s daughter as the white nights were approaching and she said, during white nights there is no place she would rather be than Saint Petersburg. It really is a magical time – people seem to come out of the woodwork and be out and about until all hours of the night. And then in June is the celebration of “Алые Паруса” – or Scarlett Sails, as shown in this older post of mine.

This past summer, it was so wonderful to be back in Piter for the white nights – it was like being home. Granted, it did make sleep a bit difficult, but it was no matter of concern – just draw the curtains tight and pretend like it’s night!

These photos are from the white nights this past summer. It will give you an idea of how incredibly stellar Saint Petersburg is this time of year. Although I also love the Russian winter and being able to sleep 12 hours if I need, there really is nothing like the white nights. The city comes to life. See for yourself! And please note – I’m pretty sure all these photos were taken between the hours of 10 p.m. and 3 a.m., just to give you an idea.

Nevskiy Prospekt.

Nevsky Prospekt.

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a boat on the Fontanka.

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this is not far from where I lived - brings back fond memories.

this is not far from where I lived – brings back fond memories.

an older man riding his bicycle.

an older man riding his bicycle.

an artist - all packed up.

an artist – all packed up.

the circus building.

a young woman riding her bicycle.

a young woman riding her bicycle.

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some people fishing along the Fontanka.

some people fishing along the Fontanka.

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Belinskogo ulitsa (street).

Belinskogo ulitsa (street).

young woman on a scooter.

young woman on a scooter.

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an old lada on Liteynyy Prospekt.

an old lada on Liteynyy Prospekt.

Nekrasova ulitsa - very close to where I lived.

Nekrasova ulitsa – very close to where I lived.

Lebyazhya Kanavka around 2 a.m.

Lebyazhya Kanavka around 2 a.m.

Troitskiy Moct (Bridge) is up!

Troitskiy Moct (Bridge) is up!

an artist painting by Troitskiy bridge.

a young man painting by Troitskiy bridge.

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Troitskiy bridge.

a boat passing through the Troitskiy bridge.

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Dvortsovaya (palace) embankment.

Dvortsovaya (palace) embankment.

 

how it all began…..

A lot of people ask me why I chose to study in Russia – “Are you part Russian?” I am often asked. Well, no. I don’t have an ounce of Russian blood in my body – at least, not that I know of. But I did have a small history with Russia – in fact, it was the first international trip I ever made, back in 1999. You see, my father first traveled to Russia in 1991 – he arrived in Moscow on August 18th, just in time for the coup which brought an end to the Soviet Union. My dad arrived in the Soviet Union and got to see it the iron curtain fall.

That trip he made turned into more trips in later years. One family he met – in Seltso, Russia – had a little girl named Luba. She developed an interest in studying English, and so my father told her that when she was 15, if she wanted to come and live with our family in the States as an exchange student (so she coud help improve her English), we would be happy to have her live with us.

So, in 1999, Luba came to live with us and I traveled to Seltso (which is outside of Bryansk) in August, 1999 and stayed with her family for two weeks prior to her coming to live with my family in the US. At the time, I confess, I did not have much of an interest in Russian culture – in 1999, Russia was much poorer, having suffered a huge financial collapse in 1998. I was too accustomed to the modern conveniences of American life that at the time, I don’t think I could have seen myself living there in the future. Strangely enough, the things I didn’t get about Russia then, are the things I love now – the culture, the tough nature of the Russian people, the “backwardness” of daily life (which is only backward to a Westerner), the old Soviet era apartment buildings – these are all things I grew to understand more, appreciate and find interesting.

In 2010 when I was looking into Master’s Programs, I decided to see if there was a Russian Studies program IN Russia, as it made the most sense to me. That’s when I stumbled across the European University at Saint Petersburg and their programs for international students – it was a perfect fit for me and ended up being the course I chose.

So that’s how it all began. Which brings me to this past summer when I finally got to see Luba again, after almost 12 years, and was able to meet her new family for the first time. We made a stop in Bryansk on our way back to Saint Petersburg from Kiev.  Unfortunately, I do not have many photos from our trip to Bryansk and Seltso, as we were only visiting there for two days and were very busy throughout that time. But this will give everyone a tiny glimpse at our time with Luba and her family this past June. And hopefully we will see them again in the near future. Luba and her husband (Pasha) currently live in Bryansk, where Luba runs her own English language school. And she now has three beautiful children – she was pregnant with her third while we were there in June.

In the photos near the bottom, you will notice what was once a Young Pioneers Camp from the Soviet Union. Some of Luba’s family members (I believe it was family) bought the campground (in Bryansk Region) years ago and run a camp for youths there every summer. I found the campgrounds really interesting and the surrounding countryside was very beautiful.

Sean and I with Luba and her brothers and extended family.

Sean and I (in the middle) with Luba (on my left) and her siblings and extended family.

a young woman painting outside the Svensky Monastery in Bryanks, Russia.

a young woman painting outside the Svensky Monastery in Bryansk, Russia.

walking outside the Svensky Monastery; Bryansk.

walking outside the Svensky Monastery; Bryansk.

the exterior of the monastery.

the exterior of the monastery.

a building inside the monastery walls.

a building inside the monastery walls.

wish I had had my wide lens on for this one - whoops!

wish I had had my wide lens on for this one – whoops!

another young woman painting outside the Svensky Monastery.

another young woman painting outside the Svensky Monastery.

quintessential Russian window.

a quintessential Russian window.

Sean and I with Luba's family in Seltso, Russia.

Sean and I with Luba (far right) and her parents and some of her siblings; in Seltso, Russia.

in Seltso, Russia.

in Seltso, Russia.

Luba's parents' church in Seltso, Russia.

Luba’s parents’ church in Seltso, Russia.

the kitty, sitting outside the church in Seltso.

the kitty, sitting outside the church in Seltso – I love the way it’s looking at me 🙂

Seltso, Russia.

Luba’s parents’ neighborhood in Seltso, Russia.

the pond at the old Young Pioneers camp that Luba's family bought.

the pond at the old Young Pioneers Camp.

an old Soviet statue at the camp grounds.

an old Soviet statue at the camp grounds.

the camp.

at the camp grounds.

a stray dog with her puppy who lived at the camp grounds - they were both so adorable, I wanted to take them home with me.

a stray dog with her puppy who lived at the camp grounds – they were both so adorable, I wanted to take them home with me.

a statue from Soviet times of two children playing - at the camp grounds.

a statue from Soviet times of two children playing – at the camp grounds.

another old Soviet statue at the camp.

another old Soviet statue at the camp.

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an old mural painted on the wall of one of the buildings at the camp.

some gypsies we saw as we were leaving Seltso.

some gypsies we saw as we were leaving Seltso.

Merry Christmas everyone!

Dear Blog Followers,

I would like to take a moment to wish you all a very Merry (and Happy) Christmas! Thank you all for taking the time to read my thoughts and experiences and to see my photos of Russia and other former Soviet countries! Please stay tuned for new posts (very soon) and in the coming weeks, I will be expanding the blog to bring new tales of Russia and former Soviet countries 🙂 You all rock and I wish you the very best, this season and always!

Cheers!

Lindsay Comer

Merry Christmas to all! - Saint Petersburg, Russia, 2011.

Merry Christmas to all! Saint Petersburg, Russia, 2011.

the New Year tree in the center of Murmansk, Russia, just after Christmas; this photo was taken at 11:30 a.m.

Murmansk, just after Christmas, 2011; this photo was taken at 11:30 a.m.

Red Square, Moscow, Russia; snowing in Red Square, just after New Year, 2012.

Red Square, Moscow, Russia; snowing in Red Square, just after New Year, 2012.

a day at Peterhof.

Considering I’ve never actually dedicated a post to Peterhof, and also considering there was a blog reader who asked me about it recently, I decided it was high time I do a brief write-up and photo gallery from a day at Peterhof.

This past June when I was back in Saint Petersburg for a visit, I decided to go back to Peterhof for a day. I had been there two years previously, but the weather had not been as nice as this past June and I wanted to go get some photos of the park.

The park at Peterhof is famous for it’s Grand Palace and many fountains. Seriously – this place has a lot of fountains and the park is quite extensive. One of the things I love about some of the large parks surrounding the palaces outside of Petersburg is that you can seemingly walk forever in them and have a relaxing day in nature. One of the perks of the park at Peterhof is that it’s right on the Baltic Sea. In summertime, the park comes to life with tourists and locals alike.

I decided to take the Elektrichka (local train) to Peterhof and walk from the train station into town. You can also get there via Marshrutka (which is like a shared taxi or mini-bus), but it takes a bit longer. The park has an upper garden and a lower garden. The upper garden is free of charge and really quite lovely and peaceful. The lower park (where everyone goes to see the fountains), requires paid entry and is well worth it. You can take a picnic and make an entire day of it.

I won’t go much into detail, as I have many photos highlighting how lovely the park is (and I was also camera spying on lots of people there!) But I do want to provide this website for further information about the park and how to get there, in case you happen to be visiting St. Petersburg. Also, there are a few small fast food joints on the premise, so if you don’t want to bother bringing a lunch, there are other options.

Sometime in the future, I want to go back to the park at Peterhof in winter and photograph everything there in the snow……..

a man waiting on a train platform (while on my way to Peterhof).

a man waiting on a train platform (while on my way to Peterhof).

train platform - Novyy Petergof (New Peterhof).

train platform – Novyy Petergof (New Peterhof).

a woman with her son - approaching the center of town, Peterhof.

a woman with her son – approaching the center of town, Peterhof.

Russian cyrillic spelling of "Country Chicken".

Russian cyrillic spelling of “Country Chicken”.

the center of town - Peterhof.

the center of town – Peterhof.

two women tending the flower beds in Peterhof park.

two women tending the flower beds in Peterhof park.

in the upper park - Peterhof.

in the upper park – Peterhof.

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the woman with her umbrella.

the woman with her umbrella.

the upper park, Peterhof.

the upper park, Peterhof.

a little boy happily playing with the ducks in the fountain pool.

a little boy happily playing with the ducks in the fountain pool.

a young woman with her children in the lower park.

a young woman with her children in the lower park.

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a mother and daughter getting a photo taken with the people in costume.

a mother and daughter getting a photo taken with the people in costume.

the Grand palace and many fountains.

the Grand palace and many fountains.

a little girl sitting near a fountain.

a little girl sitting near a fountain.

the statue of Eve.

the statue of Eve.

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The Marli Palace.

The Marli Palace.

a bride and his groom.

a bride and his groom.

the circle trees along the hillside - one of my favorite images at Peterhof.

the circle trees along the hillside – one of my favorite images at Peterhof.

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The Marli Palace.

The Marli Palace.

the pool in front of the Marli Palace.

the pool in front of the Marli Palace.

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stairway on the hill.

stairway on the hill.

I love this view of the trees on the hillside with the brick wall below.

I love this view of the trees on the hillside with the brick wall below.

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a little boy in his stroller.

a little boy in his stroller.

the Hermitage Pavilion.

the Hermitage Pavilion.

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by far my favorite picture from Peterhof - the couple walking next to an iconic old Lada.

by far my favorite picture from Peterhof – the couple walking next to an iconic old Lada.

a couple embracing in the Baltic Sea.

a couple embracing in the Baltic Sea.

the little girl in her pink polka-dot dress and bonnet.

the little girl in her pink polka-dot dress and bonnet.

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all dolled up.

all dolled up.

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the Grand palace.

the Grand palace.

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more views of the Grand Palace.

more views of the Grand Palace.

newlyweds posing for a photo.

newlyweds posing for a photo.

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another statue and fountain.

another statue and fountain.

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among the dandelions.

among the dandelions.

peaceful Peterhof.

peaceful Peterhof.

fountain - in the middle of the maze.

fountain – in the middle of the maze.

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a little girl playing under a fountain.

a little girl playing under a fountain.

children playing near a fountain.

children playing near a fountain.

trying not to get wet!

trying not to get wet!

a little girl getting soaked playing near the water-squirting rose garden.

a little girl getting soaked playing near the water-squirting rose garden.

another palace (not sure of the name of this one).

another palace (not sure of the name of this one).

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The entrance to the lower gardens.

The entrance to the lower gardens.

the Church at the Grand Palace.

the Church at the Grand Palace.

the center of town, Peterhof.

the center of town, Peterhof.

the little elderly couple eating their ice cream cones on the train ride home :)

the little elderly couple eating their ice cream cones on the train ride home 🙂

more tales of train travel…..

Those of you who follow my blog regularly probably know by now that I am an avid fan of traveling by train when visiting Russia and other post-Soviet countries. I’m pretty comfortable on the train, as I traveled it a bit during the year I lived in Saint Petersburg, as well as my recent return visit and travels. I’ve been through the Baltic countries on the train, to the arctic circle and back (Murmansk), to Moscow, Kiev (Ukraine) and Bryansk, Russia. I’ve been kicked off a train in the middle of no-where Ukraine (politely) when I mistakenly purchased tickets that transited Belarus and I didn’t have a transit visa. I’ve experienced more stares at my American passport than I like to remember and had my ear talked off by people who want to know all about America and test my Russian. But then, these are some of my fondest memories and I’ve met some really kind and interesting people. This past trip was no exception.

Within one week’s time, I counted about 60 hours of bus and train travel that my husband and I endured traveling between Russian, Estonian and Ukrainian destinations and borders. And as usual, the train to and from Kiev lent some interesting observations. To get to Kiev from Saint Petersburg, you have to take a train to Moscow first and then go from there to Kiev (unless you want to spend the $150 on a transit visa and take a direct train through Belarus). The day prior to leaving for Moscow we had gone to Aseri, Estonia and back and did not get home until midnight, so we missed all the more affordable trains to Moscow for the following day and ended up on the Nevskiy Express – it was like luxury in comparison to what we were used to. Super fast, with air conditioning (very much welcomed!), comfortable seats, and a mini meal. We had a layover in Moscow before our train to Kiev and got on board sometime around 11 p.m. It was a 13 hour train ride to Kiev.

We opted to buy tickets for side car bunks, in the remaining seats (so we could actually get a top and bottom bunk with a table) and were located across two men who kept getting up to go smoke cigarettes together in the smoking compartment. I thought they were friends, but I later found out that they didn’t really know each other at all – seems they had just met on the train. As usual, our American passports drew some attention and the train car attendant made sure to give us extra consideration and made sure that we understood everything. Finally, we were able to get some sleep and woke early the next morning to the shuffling of bodies as passengers got off and new passengers got on. Sometime in the middle of the night, at one of our stops, I recall a seemingly “suspicious” person with a backpack being questioned – he was not on the train the morning when I woke up.

At one point, we had a long stop and all these money changers came on board – offering ruble to hryvnia exchange and Ukrainian mobile sim cards for sale. It was sometime in the morning when our neighbors awoke and started talking to us – one of the men was from the Ukraine and was on his way back home to visit friends (if my memory serves me correctly). The other man was originally from Uzbekistan, but lived in Moscow and was on his way to Kiev to get a car to import back into Russia and sell – that was his job. He talked to me for quite some time and was asking a lot of questions about what we did for work in America, why we were there, what different English words were for family members, etc. One thing that I found  interesting was that the Ukrainian man had been in the military and he was showing us pictures of he and his “comrades” in uniform – and he kept giving us things as a friendly gesture. First a bag of peanuts, then a pen (which we had needed to fill out our customs form), and then he gave us each an apple to eat. When I tried to offer him some snack as a nice gesture, he would refuse. It was really strange.

We continued to talk to these two men until we made our way into Kiev. And at one point, I was pulled aside by the attendant and asked another dozen questions – he basically wanted me to butter him up and write him a really nice message in the guest book, to show what a good job he was doing (and he was – one of the best attendants we’ve had). Unfortunately, I had left my dictionary behind – without it, my Russian writing & spelling would have been terrible (need to practice more!) So, I helped him dictate a message, which he wrote himself and I signed 🙂

When we reached Kiev, I’m afraid I offended the man from Uzbekistan when I refused us sharing a taxi with him, but I tried to explain to him that we needed to go purchase train tickets immediately before the train to Bryansk two days later sold out! And, as usual, purchasing train tickets means standing in a long line of people constantly trying to “hop” in front of you and get a better spot. So we parted ways and went about our business.

Two days later, after a long day of traveling to and from Chernobyl, we boarded a train to Bryansk, Russia early in the afternoon. The day was hot and the train was without air conditioning (bez konditsionera). Again, our foreign citizenship became a matter of entertainment for our bunk neighbors on board and the game of 20 questions began all over again – we shared our bunk with a Ukrainian man and his wife. She was Russian and they were traveling to Moscow, where she was from. This time, I ended up with a small container of spreadable cheese with walnuts as a gift from our bunk-mates 🙂 And he gave me their phone number and said that if we were ever in Kiev again that we should call them and they would show us around the city.

When we were almost to Bryansk, crossing the Ukrainian/Russian border, another interesting thing took place. For those of you who are not aware, human trafficking is a big problem in this region of the world. When the border crossing guards came on board, a female guard picked up on a Ukrainian man somewhere in our car who was traveling with three young girls – I was trying to listen in on her conversation with another male guard on the train. She was questioning why he was traveling with three young girls and she seemed a bit nervous and concerned, not sure what should be done. Our train ended up being delayed for an hour at that crossing, as the guards checked various documentation, and we arrived in Bryansk late. I don’t know what they decided to do with the man and the three young girls (although I feel like they were taken off the train), but I was very proud of the female guard for noticing something so suspicious and trying to bring attention to it.

One of the things that really struck me again on these two particular train journeys, was how friendly Russian and Ukrainian people are to foreigners and what a genuine interest they have in learning about our culture and engaging in conversation. I confess, for me sometimes it is exhausting (with the constant translation and my lack of extensive vocabulary), but we always meet such interesting people and I am able to get a glimpse into their lives and see how they live. And you can see that life is very stressful. The past twenty-plus years has been a rough transition for many people in post-Soviet countries. If you ride the train often enough, you will get to see the many colors and characters of the population. People out on the platform selling anything and everything, little old babushkas carrying their livelihood on the train with them from one vending location to another. But I’m always amazed at the generosity and kind attitude towards us as foreigners. And I very much look forward to being back there again and riding the train – hopefully next time will be across Siberia!

I’m afraid I didn’t take as many photographs as I would have liked (and many of the ones I took are blurry as a result of the train/bus windows and movement, but…..) – I was so exhausted from all the travel that I kind of just forgot to take more photos. But, here is a tiny glimpse from the windows of the train and bus on our travels to Kiev, Chernobyl, Bryansk and Moscow.

countryside home somewhere along the train travels.

countryside home somewhere along the train from Saint Petersburg to Moscow.

woman selling her pastries at a long train stop on the way to Kiev (I believe it was either Bryansk or Suzemka).

woman selling her berries at a long train stop on the way to Kiev (I believe it was either Bryansk or Suzemka).

a woman selling stuffed animals at the long train stop (again, Bryansk or Suzemka).

a woman selling stuffed animals at the long train stop (again, Bryansk or Suzemka).

the woman selling her stuffed animals to two young men at the long train stop.

the woman selling her stuffed animals to two young men at the long train stop.

Platz car bunks (third car)- on our train to Kiev.

Platz car bunks (third class) – on our train to Kiev.

two female vendors talking on the platform (Bryansk or Suzemka)

two female vendors talking on the platform (Bryansk or Suzemka)

the zemlyaniki (small wild strawberries) I purchased from a woman vendor for my breakfast.

the zemlyaniki (small wild strawberries) I purchased from a woman vendor for my breakfast.

a woman sleeping on our train.

a woman sleeping on our train.

along the bus ride to Chernobyl.

along the bus ride to Chernobyl.

along the bus ride to Chernobyl.

along the bus ride to Chernobyl.

vendors on the side of the road; on the bus on the way home from Chernobyl.

vendors on the side of the road; on the bus on the way home from Chernobyl.

vendors on the side of the road; on the bus on the way home from Chernobyl.

vendors on the side of the road; on the bus on the way home from Chernobyl.

On the bus on the way home from Chernobyl.

Children riding their bicycles; on the bus on the way home from Chernobyl.

babushka walking on the sidewalk; on the bus ride home from Chernobyl.

A babushka walking on the sidewalk; on the bus ride home from Chernobyl.

more vendors on the side of the road; on the bus on the way home from Chernobyl.

more vendors on the side of the road; on the bus on the way home from Chernobyl.

block style housing; on the bus - approaching Kiev city limits.

block style housing; on the bus – approaching Kiev city limits.

on the train from Kiev to Bryansk.

on the train from Kiev to Bryansk.

on the train from Kiev to Bryansk.

on the train from Kiev to Bryansk.

on the train from Kiev to Bryansk.

on the train from Kiev to Bryansk.

woman with her bicycle; on the train from Kiev to Bryansk.

woman with her bicycle; on the train from Kiev to Bryansk.

on the train from Moscow to Saint Petersburg.

on the train from Moscow to Saint Petersburg.

on the train from Moscow to Saint Petersburg.

on the train from Moscow to Saint Petersburg.

on the train from Moscow to Saint Petersburg.

on the train from Moscow to Saint Petersburg.

purchasing our little dacha in Aseri, Estonia…..

About a year ago, my husband and I began discussing purchasing a home in Estonia….. it seemed like a nice compromise for us both, as I expressed an interest in living in Russia in the future, and he preferred the more “Western” countries. Estonia is very close to the Russian border – a little over two hours from Saint Petersburg – but has more Western amenities. We began researching the process and rules for purchasing a home in Estonia while searching through adorable little dachas on Estonian real estate websites, many of which were a fraction of the cost of a home in the States. The process for purchasing is quite simple if you are paying cash, more complicated if you want to get a mortgage (which requires residency). So we decided we would work on saving the cash to be able to purchase a home in the future….. but then my husband found our affordable little dacha in a small, predominantly Russian, community in Aseri, Estonia, located on the Baltic Sea. When we planned our trip to Saint Petersburg for this past June, we decided we should go and take a look at a couple of the homes we were interested in and see what might come of it. Well….. it ended up that we bought a tiny little dacha on a lovely little piece of property, but 500 meters walk from the sea.

Here is how everything took place…..

My husband found a few homes on this website and we emailed the realtor. Surprisingly, Julia responded to my email immediately (we did not have such luck with all the other realtors I had emailed in the past). We made arrangements for a date while we were in Saint Petersburg to come see the homes and Julia was so helpful! She provided us with bus schedule links, accommodation recommendations and picked us up at the bus stop in Aseri so she could drive us to the homes. We ended up taking the bus from Saint Petersburg to Jõhvi very early in the morning, and transferring from there to a bus to Aseri. We each had our minds made up on the drive to Aseri that we wanted to buy a property – the views along the drive were so beautiful, we were already attached.

on the way to Aseri, Estonia.

on the way to Aseri, Estonia.

on the bus to Aseri, Estonia.

on the bus to Aseri, Estonia.

on the bus to Aseri, Estonia.

on the bus to Aseri, Estonia.

For those of you not familiar with the dacha, during Soviet times, it was usually a second and/or summer home where people from the city could find respite during the summer months. In Russia, many families still own dachas (or have friends who own dachas, whom they may visit) and spend many weekends (or months) there during the long days of summer. They often keep a garden at the dacha and enjoy country living, away from the hustle and bustle of city life. Estonia, having been part of the Soviet Union for almost 50 years, also has little dacha properties scattered across the landscape. In Aseri, much of the population is actually Russian and many properties there are rapidly being purchased by people from Saint Petersburg.

The family that owned the dacha we purchased were Russian. They were not often at the dacha and had allowed a nearby neighbor (who I now refer to as our babushka) to plant her garden on the property. As a result, we chose this dacha because the grounds were well kept and were much more appealing to look at. The women who had planted her garden there proudly showed me all her hard work and explained to me that she had planted cucumbers, potatoes, garlic, spring onions, tomatoes, peppers and there were also cherry, pear and apple trees on the property. The other property we looked at, though in a more attractive area, had not the same garden appeal of the one we chose – and it was more expensive. Below are photos of the property we purchased, and the interior of the other one we looked at. Unfortunately, I forgot to take pictures of the interior of our house because I was so tired from all the bus travel when we got there, that photographing the interior slipped my mind, until seeing house number two. But they have similar interiors (please continue scrolling down for the rest of the article).

The welcome sign for Aseri.

The welcome sign for Aseri.

Our dacha and the babuska (standing to the left).

Our dacha and the babuska (standing to the left).

the garden at our dacha.

the garden at our dacha.

the garden at our dacha.

the garden at our dacha.

the greenhouse behind the dacha.

the greenhouse behind our dacha.

the fruit trees on our property.

the fruit trees on our property.

the gate entrance to our dacha property.

the gate entrance to our property.

the kitchen/interior of the other dacha we looked at, but did not purchase.

the kitchen/interior of the other dacha we looked at, but did not purchase.

the kitchen/interior of the other dacha we looked at, but did not purchase.

the interior window of the other dacha we looked at, but did not purchase.

the kitchen/interior of the other dacha we looked at, but did not purchase.

the interior sleeping area of the other dacha we looked at, but did not purchase.

When we decided we wanted to go ahead and purchase the above dacha (the first one), the process was quite simple. I sent our passport scans to the realtor, who then had the paperwork prepared – it took about 7 business days and we were assigned a date to come back to Johvi, Estonia and go through the notarization process.  Julia had hired an English translator to prepare a copy of the paperwork for us in English and translate the Estonian/Russian legal process. We then handed them the correct amount of Euro, in cash (which we had withdrawn/exchanged from a  variety of ATM’s and money exchanges in different Russian cities during the week of travel prior), and signed the documents. Our deed was delivered to us electronically a few weeks later.

The hardest thing about the whole process was actually the bus travel and border crossings between Narva, Estonia and Ivangorod, Russia (which seemingly took forever). Otherwise, it was quite simple. During the process, we were asked if the woman who had planted her garden on the property could continue to do so, since we would not often be there. Of course we said yes – her work had been a large part of the appeal of the property! In fact, I’m hoping that when we spend time there next spring/summer (which is our current plan) that I can improve my Russian in speaking with her, and maybe learn a thing or two about gardening (I seem to have a black thumb…..) My husband also plans to build another larger house on the property in the future, but that will be a whole other process, which will hopefully begin in 2014.

So that’s pretty much how we ended up buying our little dacha. It was striking in the end when we were getting copies of the keys made and we were talking to the woman who sold us the property (along with her brother) – she told me that they had played there as children….. and yet, they chose to sell it for such a small price (in our minds, considering what empty land costs in many places here in the US), that I was trying to imagine why they needed the money that much that they were willing to give up a place so seemingly dear to their hearts…..

Now it will be our summer home and I very much look forward to spending time there in the future and hopefully, learning how to assimilate with the locals. I also hope to be able to write some interesting articles about life/culture in Aseri, Estonia the future. For the time being, please enjoy a glimpse at the lands of Ida-Viru county, on the border of Russia and running along the Baltic Sea.

a windmill farm in Ida-Viru.

a windmill farm in Ida-Viru.

cows grazing in a field; Ida-Viru county.

cows grazing in a field; Ida-Viru county.

An apt. building in Johvi, Estonia.

An apt. building in Jõhvi, Estonia.

the countryside in Ida-Viru county.

the countryside in Ida-Viru county.

Narva, Estonia.

Narva, Estonia.

In Narva, Estonia.

In Narva, Estonia.

the Baltic Sea - 500 meters walk from our dacha in Aseri.

the Baltic Sea – 500 meters walk from our dacha in Aseri.

the clay mine in Aseri, Estonia.

the clay mine in Aseri, Estonia.

the reflection of a little girl, riding on the bus to Aseri (she was sitting in front of me).

the reflection of a little girl, riding on the bus to Aseri (she was sitting in front of me).

at a bus stop on the way to Aseri.

at a bus stop on the way to Aseri.

at the bus station in Jõhvi, Estonia.

at the bus station in Jõhvi, Estonia.

the outdoor market in Jõhvi, Estonia.

the outdoor market in Jõhvi, Estonia.

in Jõhvi.

in Jõhvi.

Jõhvi, Estonia.

Jõhvi, Estonia.

this is either in Jõhvi, or another town between Jõhvi and Aseri.

this is either in Jõhvi, or another town between Jõhvi and Aseri.

a countryside home in Ida-Viru.

a countryside home in Ida-Viru.

Featured on Entouriste.com

Dear Readers,

I just wanted to make a quick post to announce that my images from Chernobyl are now featured on the travel website Entourist.com! Please do check it out, as it is an excellent travel website 🙂

Additionally, there are 5 1/2 days left to vote for some of my images from Chernobyl and Russia in the One Life photo contest – the more votes I get, the better chances I have at any sort of prizes, so if you would be willing to throw a vote my way, it would be greatly appreciated! Voting can be done here: http://lindzcomer.see.me/onelife2013

Again, many thanks and hope to get another full length blog post about purchasing our dacha in Estonia up soon, but right now I am finally trying to finish my Master’s Thesis by the end of the month…..

Best Wishes,

Lindsay 🙂

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Russian communal banya…..

I was once told that the point of Russian Banya: to achieve true rejuvenation one must experience near fatality. For those of you out there who have ever taken part in a traditional Russian banya, you know what I am talking about…..

My first banya (what we call sauna) experience was many years ago on my first trip to Russia. I was staying at the home of our exchange student and they had a banya in their house. Strangely enough, I never went to the banya the whole year I lived in Saint Petersburg as a student and I regret that now because I discovered a little gem this past June when I was revisiting my favorite city.

For those of you ladies who may be traveling to Saint Petersburg in the near future and want a unique experience that dates back to the era of the Tsars, I give you communal banya! I discovered the Sputnik website last year in December and was happy to find a welcoming list of activities for tourists who want to discover things in Russian cities that are off the beaten path….. one of the excursions was to a communal banya, which immediately sparked my interest. So when we planned our trip to Saint Petersburg for June, I contacted Sasha (Alexandra) and arranged a time to go to the sauna with her.

Russian banya is a longstanding tradition and part of Russian culture. It is a means of socializing with others while enjoying the health benefits associated with banya. Women go to banya with other women and men with men – you can, of course, reserve a private banya for a party or family event, but traditionally it is separated. Sasha told me that she couldn’t understand the Russian male tradition of going to banya and drinking vodka because it seemed a bit counterproductive – not to mention the rise in blood pressure that takes place from the steam room alone. I couldn’t understand the concept of drinking tea (Russians love tea) after a round of banya because you sweat so much in the steam room that all I wanted was water water and more water!

Communal banya differs from private Russian banya in that it is a communal activity with people you don’t know (or perhaps you bring your friends if you want to socialize). Women have their own communal banyas and the men have theirs. Sasha, my wonderful hostess and Saint Petersburg local, discovered communal banya awhile back and became interested in finding all of the communal banyas in Saint Petersburg – there still remains a few. It is not as common as private banya, but it is very inexpensive and was originally created as a means for people to bathe and keep good hygiene during Tsarist times when water was not available in every home. The tradition has continued on and now it offers a very inexpensive way for one to enjoy the health and hygiene benefits of banya without the higher costs of private sauna.

Here’s how communal banya works. The cost is about 150 to 250 rubles (between $4 – $8, depending on the Ruble to dollar value) to enter the sauna and then you will need to purchase your own venik – traditionally they are birch or oak branches used for “massage” in the banya. If you sign up for the tour with Sasha (which I would recommend for any newbie), the venik are included in the price you pay her and then you just need to pay for your entrance. You will need a towel and flip flops (the Russians call them Vietnamki), shampoo, conditioner and soap, and any other toiletries you like to use post bathing. Leave your bathing suits at home, ladies – communal banya is in the nude and there is no shame in that bath house!

You have an hour and a half to be in the banya and once you are in your towel and sauna hat (provided by Sasha), the magic begins. I should add a note of warning: Russian banya is not for the faint of heart – seriously. It starts off easy and progresses to a level of sweat and tears. You go into a large concrete bath room full of stone benches and buckets for the venik. First, you must begin soaking the venik and then you go “relax” in the steam room for a bit (it’s a “dry” heat sauna). There are two sections of the communal sauna room – one is hot but bearable, the other takes your breath away. We began in the bearable half of the sauna and I immediately started sweating – I never cease to be amazed how Russian females rarely sweat when exposed to heat, considering they endure such cold winters….. must be all that dill. Anyhow, after a few minutes of intense dry heat, we left the steam room and went to the pool. The pool is essentially a large tub with a ladder – you climb up and jump into ice cold water to cool yourself off after steaming in the sauna. Then things step up a notch. Next round, you take your venik and go into the sauna, throw some water in the stove and proceed to sit in what feels like a really really hot oven – it’s painful and it stings. I had to cover my face so I could breathe. In the oven, you lie down on one of the benches and beat the other person with the water soaked venik – it feels really really wonderful and excruciatingly unpleasant at the same time. What can I say? Russia is full of paradoxes and banya is no acception.

Sasha was very kind to me – she noticed I was on the verge of passing out after only a few minutes and asked me if I needed a break. Yup! Back into the coolness of the water pool – that beautiful respite where your body revives itself from a point near death! After the extreme heat, a water break was in order. There was no tea drinking for me, just cold hydrating water! Following the water break, we repeated the said process for the next hour, only we didn’t go back to that friendly side of the sauna. We enjoyed regular water breaks and talked about Russian banya and language. There were not too many people in the banya, as it was summer time and communal banya is not as popular in the summer months as in the winter months. At the end of the oven-roasting-cold-water-jumping symphony, you take a shower and tidy up. And that is the Russian communal banya. A place where you check all shame at the doorstep and learn how to sweat like the best of them. It was funny – there was this young girl in the banya with her babushka and she kept showing us her arm muscles….. yeah, she was a tough one to bear with that heat at such a young age!

The whole process of Russian banya leaves you feeling refreshed and ready for a nap! It was such a great cultural experience and well worth every penny. Had I known about communal banya when I was living in Saint Petersburg, I would have gone regularly. If you are looking for a means of engaging with a local and seeing what real Russians do, I highly recommend this little excursion with Sasha – she was a great hostess and made the whole process very easy for me. A word of advice if you do decide to participate in Russian banya, whether communal or private – know your limits! It’s not uncommon for people to pass out in the heat of the sauna, so when your feeling like you just can’t take it any more, that’s probably a good time to beat the heat and jump into that mini pool….. Na zdorov’ye! (to your health!)

For a great Soviet movie featuring the banya: http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0073179/

Russian Banya (Bathhouse/Spa).

a Russian Banya in a small village outside of Petersburg. (Bathhouse/Spa).

Reaktor No. 4; Chernobyl (and Pripyat), Ukraine.

On April 26th, 1986, the world experienced a nuclear disaster that changed the course of history. Not only did leaders and citizens across the globe become acutely aware of the dangers involved in utilizing nuclear energy, but it is speculated that the Chernobyl catastrophe was one of the primary reasons that the Iron Curtain eventually came down in 1991 after seventy plus years of Communism.

Mikhail Gorbachev comments in 2006:

The nuclear meltdown at Chernobyl 20 years ago this month, even more than my launch of perestroika, was perhaps the real cause of the collapse of the Soviet Union five years later. Indeed, the Chernobyl catastrophe was an historic turning point: there was the era before the disaster, and there is the very different era that has followed……The Chernobyl disaster, more than anything else, opened the possibility of much greater freedom of expression, to the point that the system as we knew it could no longer continue.”
Read more at http://www.project-syndicate.org/commentary/turning-point-at-chernobyl#9oKyujCku8e0LSx9.99 

Reaktor Number 4.

Reaktor Number 4.

One of the things that makes Chernobyl (and harnessing nuclear energy) so controversial to this day, I believe, is that the Chernobyl disaster is blamed on human error – something which always poses a huge risk. It is accepted that the disaster took place because the proper safety precautions were not accurately followed when the system was undergoing a series of tests. Regardless of the reason why the human error occurred (whether it was due to inadequate understanding, negligence or a lack of supervision), the disaster could have been prevented. Additionally, the secrecy surrounding the situation and lack of communication regarding its seriousness was also called into question. In fact, it wasn’t until Swedish scientists detected a cloud of radiation over Sweden that the outside world came to know of the dangerous event that taken place. The nearby city of Pripyat, where many of the Chernobyl workers and their families lived, had not been immediately notified of the disaster and was not actually evacuated until almost a day and a half later, by which time people had already begun to feel unwell from the radiation fall-out. Finally, an official announcement to the people of the Soviet Union was made, on April 28, 1986.

Additionally, the total number of lives whose health has been directly affected by the Chernobyl disaster is still a subject of controversy. The number of cases of adolescent thyroid cancer have been on the rise in the years following the melt down, as well as an increase in psychological issues and trauma for many of the people who were directly impacted by the event. However, the total overall numbers affected by the radiation fall-out and its future implications remains somewhat unclear (this will also likely be the case with the more recent Fukushima nuclear disaster). The first responders following the initial steam explosions (primarily firefighters) went into to control the situation under the assumption that they were dealing with an electrical fire, seemingly unaware of the dangers that the radiation posed – all of them died of acute radiation sickness in the following weeks.

A second round of volunteers were called to the Reaktor site to stop a subsequent potential steam explosion from the molten radioactive liquid that was in danger of seeping through the ground level of the reaktor into the pool of water below….. our tour guide told us that this second round of volunteers (which he described as many – Wikipedia only lists three names, all of whom died shortly after their efforts) knew the risks of the radiation exposure they were facing in trying to stop another catastrophe, but gave their lives to try and halt the potential explosion, which would have been far more severe for everyone across the globe. When we were visiting my Russian friend in Bryansk, she showed us the monument in the center of the city for the Chernobyl heroes – many volunteered from that region of Russia and her father said that many of them, if they did not die shortly thereafter, died in later years from health issues associated with the radiation exposure. Hence the monument also in Chernobyl, dedicated to those who risked their lives in stopping the disaster from being more tragic for the rest of the world:

a monument  to the volunteers and firefighters who stopped the Chernobyl disaster from becoming worse.

a monument <To those who saved the world> for the volunteers and firefighters who stopped the Chernobyl disaster from becoming worse.

If you find yourself in Kiev in the future and you have the time, I highly suggest visiting the Chernobyl Museum – my husband and I went there two years ago on our first visit to Kiev; it gives you a chilling sense of the aftermath for many who were directly affected by the Chernobyl disaster. It is one of the most interesting museums and very well composed. For more information on the events of the Chernobyl disaster and it’s continuing implications, there is much to be found on Wikipedia and the linked articles, as well as some documentary accounts of this devastating piece of history.

Inside the Chernobyl Museum; Kiev, Ukraine.

Inside the Chernobyl Museum; Kiev, Ukraine.

Inside the Chernobyl Museum; Kiev, Ukraine.

Inside the Chernobyl Museum; Kiev, Ukraine.

Here is our experience touring the city of Chernobyl:

I first became interested in visiting Chernobyl years ago when I developed a love for photography and (like all photographers) a fascination for photographing abandoned places and the stories these images tell….. I remember watching a documentary about Chernobyl with my husband and being captivated by the photographs of Pripyat; for my husband, it has been one of his lifelong dreams to visit Chernobyl, having read about it when he was a child who was fascinated by all things nuclear.

This past week, as I was sorting through photographs from our trip in June, I kept going through images from Chernobyl and I cannot believe we were actually there (albeit for only a few hours, but still…..) For me, the whole process of going was a bit overwhelming because I had been reading about the dangers of radiation exposure recently and I found myself feeling very uneasy about traipsing across some of the most radioactive terrain on the planet (a little bit silly on my part, but true, nonetheless). But, I put on my brave suit and decided it was worth the risk. I’ve since learned that the radiation exposure at Chernobyl is either not really that bad, or x-rays are terrible (44 days of moderate radiation exposure at Chernobyl is the equivalent of one chest x-ray)….. I’m inclined to believe the latter, but that’s just me. Please refer to Ray Peat’s articles if you want to learn a different perspective about the dangers of radiation exposure (www.raypeat.com). For those of you who have any interest in taking a tour to Chernobyl in the future, here is how it works…..

First of all, you must apply to go with a touring agency at LEAST two weeks in advance – a registered tour agency is the only way the Ukrainian gov’t now allows tours to Chernobyl, so don’t bother shopping around for better prices. We used Solo East (http://www.tourkiev.com/chernobyltour/). It’s quite expensive and I must say, if I were to do it over again (which I’m not against!), I would absolutely save the extra money and pay for a private tour. We chose the less expensive option of going on a group tour – it was very rushed and people kept running around with the geiger counter and getting in the way of amazing photo opportunities – not my cup of tea. However, we did have some nice conversations with some of the tourists while riding on the bus and during our lunch at the end of the tour, so I guess I should not be such a grouch!

The tours depart from the center of Kiev on a moderately air conditioned bus – ours didn’t always work. During the 3 hour bus ride to Chernobyl from Kiev, you get to watch a really interesting documentary about the nuclear disaster and it’s really worth not sleeping through (which almost everyone on the tour bus did), if you can manage. Also, if you go in the summer time, it is hot and the mosquitos at Chernobyl seemed unaffected by our good chemical bug spray (must be because they are used to radiation!) You are required to wear pants, close toed shoes and a long sleeve shirt. I would also advise wearing something to cover your face (such as a hospital mask) in case it is windy – you don’t want to be inhaling radioactive dust particles. There was no wind the day we went, but I had a mask just in case. Our tour guide was very funny and spoke excellent English – he also had the bus stop for all prime photo opportunities. We were able to go into a small abandoned children’s school (the only building that people are now allowed to enter on a tour), have our photo taken in front of Reaktor Number 4 (tourists are only allowed 15 minutes at the Reaktor site, as there are higher radiation levels there), and walk around the city of Pripyat.

The entrance sign to Pripyat.

The entrance sign to Pripyat.

For those of you who are not familiar with Pripyat, it was the nearby “nuclear” city where the people who worked in Chernobyl lived with their families. When we visited the Chernobyl museum in Kiev in 2012, I got the impression that Pripyat was suppose to be this sort of modern Soviet paradise – it was home to about 50,000 people at the time of the nuclear catastrophe. Now it is a ghost town and you can hardly see most of the buildings as the plant life has flourished, growing heavily up and around the old apartment buildings. The whole experience was very surreal and we were only allowed to spend about 45 minutes on the premise.

After Pripyat, you are taken to the local canteen (where the Chernobyl workers are fed) for lunch – it was more like an early dinner by the time we arrived. Be forewarned, the courses are seemingly unending (lots of food!), but it was all quite tasty! My husband and I had no need to eat dinner later that evening when we returned to our apartment in Kiev.

All in all, I’m very thankful we chose to go on the tour to Chernobyl and I would highly recommend it for anyone who is fascinated by the former Soviet Union and the events of Chernobyl. And I’m not going to lie, being there and seeing the abandoned facilities and learning more about the negative consequences that resulted in this historic event (and also bearing in mind the more recent Fukushima disaster and its future global impact) did change my opinions regarding the use of nuclear (and radiation) technology somewhat….. If anything, it made me want to become more educated about the effects of even small doses (such as x-rays, body scanners at the airports, contaminated produce and soil, etc.) of radiation on the human body and the environment – this coming from someone crazy enough to even step foot on Chernobyl grounds 😉 But the tour was well worth the experience – the feelings, the photographs and the sense of reality it gave me  to see this place where the course of history was transformed for so many – that, is priceless.

If you like my photographs, please consider voting for my entry of Chernobyl & Russia images in the One Life 2013 photo competition – you may vote via this link: http://lindzcomer.see.me/onelife2013

For a great apartment rental when visiting Kiev, here is where we stayed: https://www.airbnb.com/rooms/645325

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This translates something like “the palace of culture” – Energy.
Chernobyl welcome sign.

Chernobyl welcome sign.

the long road leading to Chernobyl - it was like driving three hours into the middle of nowhere.

the long road leading to Chernobyl – it was like driving three hours into the middle of nowhere.

abandoned house within city limits.

an abandoned house within the city limits.

an abandoned house within the city limits.

an abandoned house within the city limits.

a road/road sign in city limits.

a road/road sign in city limits.

cool Ukrainian car by the police check point (which we were not allowed to photograph).

cool Ukrainian car by the police check point (which we were not allowed to photograph).

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“No one is forgotten; Nothing is forgotten.”

monument outside the abandoned children's school.

monument outside the abandoned children’s school.

an old doll on the ground outside the abandoned children's school.

an old doll on the ground outside the abandoned children’s school.

old toy oven outside the abandoned children's school.

old toy oven outside the abandoned children’s school.

inside the abandoned children's school.....

inside the abandoned children’s school…..

inside the abandoned children's school.....

inside the abandoned children’s school…..

inside the abandoned children's school.....

inside the abandoned children’s school…..

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inside the abandoned children’s school…..

inside the abandoned children's school.....

inside the abandoned children’s school…..

peeling paint.

peeling paint.

on the window sill - inside the abandoned children's school.....

on the window sill – inside the abandoned children’s school…..

inside the abandoned children's school.....

inside the abandoned children’s school…..

inside the abandoned children's school.....

inside the abandoned children’s school…..

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inside the abandoned children’s school…..

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inside the abandoned children’s school…..

Reaktor Number 4.

Reaktor Number 4.

the road leading to Reaktor Number 4.

the road leading to Reaktor Number 4.

Radiation Sign.

Radiation Sign.

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Reaktor Number 4.

Reaktor Number 4.

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monument in front of the Reaktor.

a monument in front of the Reaktor.

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this structure will be going over the reaktor when finished.

this structure will be going over the reaktor when finished.

the road to Pripyat.....

the road to Pripyat…..

the sign for Pripyat.

the sign for Pripyat.

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Hotel Polissiya

Hotel Polissiya

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the most iconic of Pripyat Images.....

the most iconic of Pripyat Images…..

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flowers growing everywhere.

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and the iconic bumper car images…..

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Restaurant.

Restaurant.

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graffiti on the wall – a child at play.

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empty block-style housing.

empty block-style housing.

old steam stack.

an old cooling tower.

Chernobyl town.

Chernobyl town – a magazine (like a small grocery store).

inhabited apt. buildings in Chernobyl town.

inhabited apt. buildings in Chernobyl town.

the Chernobyl canteen - where we ate the lunch at the end of the tour.

the Chernobyl canteen – where we ate the lunch at the end of the tour.

translation: "Have a nice trip"

translation: “Have a nice trip”