MO SC O W HOW DO YOU DO... MOSCOW! - Passport magazine
MO SC O W HOW DO YOU DO... MOSCOW! - Passport magazine
MO SC O W HOW DO YOU DO... MOSCOW! - Passport magazine
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Travel<br />
Moscow’s Sea<br />
The capital’s flotilla of pleasure cruisers connects the<br />
city, via the Moscow Canal and the mighty Volga River,<br />
north to St. Petersburg, south to Volgograd and beyond.<br />
Those plying the ‘Moscow’s Sea’ stop at the towns of the<br />
Golden Ring, but sail past natural treasures. And that’s<br />
where they’re missing out.<br />
text by Peter Ellis<br />
photos supplied by the<br />
Ecological Travel Center<br />
A summer evening and the sun forgets to set. Its late rays<br />
paint the Volga’s waves a bright lemon yellow; swirls of crystal<br />
turquoise curling between their crests. There’s not a breath of<br />
wind and along the forested shore clouds of blue smoke hang<br />
like winged spirits amongst the high branches, betraying the<br />
presence of camp fires.<br />
They call themselves backpackers. Not how we landlubbers<br />
know the term: their backpacks float. They are home-made<br />
catamarans of air-filled floats, metal tubes and polyester sails<br />
lashed together. Their rubber decks stretch under foot, the<br />
waves twist their hulls and the wind strains their<br />
frames. They are flimsy vessels; flimsy vessels<br />
that conquer continents.<br />
22 August 2009<br />
Their expeditions take them<br />
east, down Siberian rivers into<br />
the Arctic and Pacific oceans.<br />
They voyage north exploring<br />
the rivers of the frozen<br />
Kola Peninsula and sailing<br />
the icy waters of the<br />
White Sea, and south to<br />
the scorching deserts<br />
of central Asia. They’re<br />
a tight-knit community,<br />
sharing stories and songs<br />
under the stars.<br />
Alex S, Alex K, Fyodor, Pavel,<br />
Yakov, Boris, Natalie and Lily<br />
have been coming to this same spot on the banks of the Volga<br />
for four years now: a welcome escape from the pressures<br />
of Moscow. Most of the men met in the army, veterans of the<br />
Soviet space race, when they launched rockets and sputniks<br />
through the stratosphere.<br />
For those who helped explore the final frontier, it’s not surprising<br />
there’s something of a pioneer spirit about them. They easily<br />
adapt to outback living. A dining table and benches are roughhewn<br />
from logs, there’s even a comfy armchair crafted from driftwood.<br />
A washing line adds to the scene of feral domesticity.<br />
Fyodor returns with the latest catch of fish. Their eyes bulge<br />
and mouths gulp hopelessly as these river creatures drown in<br />
our ethereal world. Presently their flesh, white and firm like<br />
chicken, is smoked, baked and eaten, the bones discarded.<br />
Frying, boiling, baking and poaching, the men effortlessly display<br />
the full gamut of culinary skills on their al fresco cooker.<br />
“Danger! Danger! Kleshch, klee … shch!” Boris grimaces,<br />
jabbing and twisting the back of his hand between finger and<br />
thumb. “Take care, beware the waters.” The local ‘frumious<br />
bandersnatch’ is a tick, whose miniscule mandibles can pass<br />
on encephalitis for those not vaccinated. They’re more of a<br />
hazard in the wilder wetlands of Siberia; ‘the jaws that bite<br />
and the claws that catch’ around here belong to mosquitoes.<br />
Their gorgings left stellar constellations of red, itchy punctures<br />
across my body: I gave up counting after one hundred<br />
on one leg alone.<br />
Perhaps expat flesh is just too rare, or too tasty a morsel to<br />
be ignored; while my hosts remain largely unbitten. Somehow<br />
they just blend in with the natural world, at ease with<br />
it. They are in the minority. “Russians are still not very aware<br />
of the nature of their own country,” says geographer Larissa<br />
Basanets. “They are much more interested in travel abroad