Tag Archives: Russia

Winter’s Past

Winter’s Past

The Governor is a man of few words but many jobs. Sitting in his permanently oil-stained orange overalls, he looks past me, out of a window in the Pyramiden Hotel to empty buildings outside with the look of a concerned parent.  Out there, on the decaying streets of Pyramiden, Petr Petrovich is caretaker,..
22 Hours In Russia

22 Hours In Russia

As the policeman in front of me adjusts the strap on his Kalashnikov, I can’t help thinking of Withnail’s refrain: “We’ve gone on holiday by mistake.” I’m standing at the side of a busy road in Vladikavkaz, North Ossetia, only because our route on the inaugural Central Asian Rally had..