tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12269429231510464942024-03-13T19:12:56.903-07:00Chasing MavericksRoadkidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03242562269491932559noreply@blogger.comBlogger18125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226942923151046494.post-44791572473764502992014-02-28T22:50:00.001-08:002014-02-28T22:50:32.717-08:00Diving. In the sky<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Oh, how long i was dreaming to try it? Three? Four? Five?How many years? Dreaming about flying, blue sky, this free fall sensation in the body... And at some point dreams should come true.<br />
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"Ready? Up, Down, Outside!!" - and... at that moment you do forget about everything. Nothing really matters, it's just you, horizon, and your parachute. And instructor of course :)<br />
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And well, always climbing roofs and going on ziplines was a piece of cake,so I thought I was not afraid of heights, but it looks like somewhere on the subconscious level everyone is. Otherwise - why would I have that look on my face and this crooked position at the exit from the plane? It was not even fear, the fear kind of diminished after the 4th jump. That was something different that makes you freeze once you are up there even though you've rehearsed your jump step by step around 20 times. Something that keeps you very concentrated, too concentrated that you even forget to breeze from time to time and only seeing the video you realize that you almost went with head down instead of doing a beautiful arch position. From what the experienced say those are survival instincts and the more you practice the more you can manage them. So far that is the best example I've ever seen on how little control sometimes we have on the thing we use every day - our own body.<br />
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But forget all this technical stuff. Yes, it is worth it.<br />
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It is worth it not only because of the way horizon looks from 4,5 km, not only because of the feeling that you can actually fly(which is a pretty damn good feeling), but also because it does feel good to do those little tests for yourself on "how far can I go outside of my comfort zone?" and confirm that you can; that you can overcome your fears, this irrational and unconscious anxiety, and just look outside, feel the wind and actually make this step.</div>
Roadkidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03242562269491932559noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226942923151046494.post-76467851839382413562014-02-20T08:04:00.001-08:002014-02-20T08:05:55.175-08:00big city life...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Big city, like a big machine, absorbing you, draining your energy, making you dependent of things you don't really need. No air to breathe, too many people on the square meter, just the parks and some quiet barrios are like little islands of hope in the middle of the mess.<br />
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Art is everywhere, but also now it becomes more clear why. It is simply an escape from synthetic reality of the big city, the way to express yourself and let out the energy that gets accumulated, the replacement of nature that is impossible to avoid, otherwise you would go crazy.</div>
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Roadkidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03242562269491932559noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226942923151046494.post-60672069793830684482014-02-04T11:57:00.001-08:002014-02-04T12:03:28.441-08:00in the desert<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
It's kind of dangerous to settle down. After 6th months spent in Cancun i've started getting too comfortable and planning a 3 months trip was making me feel a bit insecure of uncertainty of all that was going to happen. But as usual the desire to travel and explore is way bigger than any fears, all the "goodbyes" are said and we are on the way to see the real picture of the country.<br />
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The deserted scenery near San Luis Potosi reminds Hollywood movies about Mexico - cactuses and big pick up trucks everywhere and men in sombrero are smoking cigarettes leaning to the walls of old buildings near the road. </div>
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First day is quite relaxing and in the morning of the next day we head to the north to the magic village of Real de Catorce. It's amazing how the things synchronize when you really need certain experience, how you meet people you need to meet, how you get to know yourself through knowing the others, how you are able to feel that you are one with everything around and there are no limits to the things you can do. Desert in twilight, magic silence of those lands, animals appearing when the night descends, dark sky full of sparkling stars - all those moments are now deep in the heart. Mocho made this trip very special - not so often you find people who offer you their house knowing you for just half an hour and share the night with strangers talking till 4 a.m. about things you wouldn't have known otherwise.</div>
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Those moments when you feel that you are on the way to something magic, to some understanding that will change everything are very special and the desert certainly has some more lessons to teach. Soon we'll meet again..<br />
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Roadkidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03242562269491932559noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226942923151046494.post-83222806309139502152013-12-26T21:05:00.002-08:002013-12-26T21:05:24.086-08:00Holy?days<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
In all this postXmas and preNew year race, far from the familiar winter surroundings but still surrounded with "winterly" decorated palm trees and crazy russian tourists I don't know what holidays to celebrate anymore. Xmas is not really in our tradition, and the New year kind of loses its magic after being celebrated at the beach couple of years in a row.<br />
So I guess the decicion to celebrate each and every day came automatically without even asking me for permission. And it kind of makes sense when you start seing the bigger picture with tons of turkeys being sold on 24th and Santa Clauses comming down on helicopter in the Hotel Zone in at least 5 hotels at the same time. And then will be the Three kings, and Valentines day with fluffy bears and hearts and roses, and 8th of march with men going crazy searching for flowers...and like this till the next "New Year". Very good commercial cycle, profits ensured. Why only certain dates? why following those frames? Why not making every single day of your life worth celebration?<br />
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I've already started doing it today at the beach, right after work curing myself from flu not with paracetamol, but with an hour or two of my unprofessional but insanely happy surfing and buddy boarding attempts. Well, it's simply great to know that you can do those kind of things after work.<br />
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And now I close my eyes and see those perfectly breaking crystal clear waves and I know that some day I will ride them perfectly well...<br />
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Roadkidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03242562269491932559noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226942923151046494.post-25163359176165695702013-12-15T18:14:00.001-08:002013-12-15T18:14:15.339-08:00excitement<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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I don't like planning trips, it just doesnt come out for me. There will be a plan, very approximate, with "must see" points, but the rest should flow. The experience shows that in travelling as in life as well, it is good to have certain milestones of what you want to see and do, but if you stick too much to the plan, you can miss a good deal of superinteresting things on the way. The best adventures i've had were always starting with "what if we turn here?" so now again we'll take our chances. </div>
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It's time. Same places, same roles, same masks, same talks, just different faces that already seem the same as well. It's insane, but my heart starts beating faster if among all that artificial picture i see the bright eyes full of life and hear different types of questions. It doesnt happen that often, but when it does the conversation goes into different direction from "how much do people earn here? where can i buy tequila? they promised us VIP service!" topics. </div>
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Roadkidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03242562269491932559noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226942923151046494.post-9520276414588648282013-12-14T17:55:00.002-08:002013-12-14T17:55:53.017-08:00inspiration..<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Maybe it's autumn turning to winter, maybe just general need to move on and change something again, but those last weeks were quite low on inspiration.<br />
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Recently it started comming back - like everything in life, ebbs and flows.It comes when least expected in form of colorful visions in a van on the way to the jungle; as a local nomad circus, whos participants are willing to teach you every(or almost every) little trick they know; as a lifeguard on the beach, who sees your desperation when the surf rental is closed and offers his buggy board; as a group of fisherman who decide to give you a ride putting you at the front and squizing alltogether at the backseat of the truck. Even waiting for the flight from DF at 2 a.m. with 8 russian tourists on board can be exciting when you have a good book and a contact ball :)<br />
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Those little moments - good to have you back. Or you were always here and it's me who stopped noticing it for a while?<br />
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Roadkidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03242562269491932559noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226942923151046494.post-39966772592145934322013-11-25T17:41:00.004-08:002013-11-25T17:43:47.144-08:00Some travel sketches<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Oh, all those posts about places to visit before you die...<br />
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Figured if I am in Mexico now, the most logical route would be heading to South America after exploring this country a bit further out of the boundaries of massive tourism destinations.<br />
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Chiapas, Oaxaca, rainbow trees, Acapulco, whale sharks... still way to go till the Latin America quest.<br />
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Roadkidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03242562269491932559noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226942923151046494.post-69674568566305297172013-11-08T19:35:00.001-08:002013-11-08T19:35:25.851-08:00all the world for those waves<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I guess I am still learning a great deal here..It's 10 p.m., night sky is full of starts and lonely trucks are passing by the road. We are parked and waiting till 11 to start picking up tourists from hotel for the airport transfer. We enter to the second hotel and it feels that we ran into the gang of football hoolingas who've accidentally noticed the opposite team fans. Only five minutes of smiling, "yes, i understand you, sir", and tons of verbal shit pouring at you and everyone calm and greatful is on the way to the airpot.<br />
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Yes, i am still learning a great deal here, and the biggest lesson of all NOT TO TAKE THINGS PERSONALLY is a treasure that I am taking with me and really want to share with all the lucky ones who´ve happened to work in service industry.<br />
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It is just so funny to see how some tourists are comming here with this "you know who are you dealing with?" attitude, how some of them seriously think you can control the weather, mexican mentality or solve all their psycological traumas from childhood. Probably at every job dealing with people it is similar, but what surprises me here is that it looks like 12 hours distance away from the motherland makes people take of their masks and you can see them the way they really are with all the emotions on the surface.<br />
And i can only picture how those who were the bravest here will come to their offices and wait quietly for the next vacation to express themselves.<br />
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Afterall, it was worth it. A deserved day off after all those night adventures started with a rainy morning and wispered gently that the waves were waiting. And they were, and they were perfect - crystal clear, not too strong, smooth, breaking really fine near the shore. It was like being a child - already supertired and red eyed after one hour still getting in over and over again, non stop. A thrilling orange-pink-violet sunset was like a little hint that it was a time to stop. But those two waves, taken all by myself...couldnt be more happy :)<br />
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Some beer with new friends and a first dreadlock in my hair... i love those kind of unexpected weekends... they are like a little travels without really travelling...</div>
Roadkidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03242562269491932559noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226942923151046494.post-18007869527107602392013-11-05T21:41:00.000-08:002013-11-05T21:49:44.369-08:00Starry starry night...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
It's lovely on the roof, you feel like you can almost touch those thick white clouds that are slowly crowling through the night sky and just a distant sound of ambulance reminds that you are still in the city.<br />
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It's been a turbulent month, the last one. Going from fluffy pink-i-love-it-all state to wtf-is-going-on and i-dont-care mode was pretty challenging but the inner peace is getting back so i am able to write again.<br />
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A lot of questions were passing by through this head recently, a lot of dilemmas to solve, a lot of things to consider.<br />
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Would I ever be able to stop or will I always want to go somewhere new after 3 months of being in one place? How can i wait longer if after some calculations it turned out that to live in each country of the world for at least 3 months would take about 30 years? Is it right to sell your time for money to be able to afford the things or experiences you want to or is it equal to prostitution that is considered to be so wrong?<br />
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Four months have passed from 12 planned to spend here and I hope those 8 that are left will bring the answers my way.<br />
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This is not entirely my own thought, but i keep thinking on this aspect more and more with time. All the people we meet in life work as our mirrors. Like magnifying mirrors. Destiny will put us together with those who have certain traits of character similar to yours but 10 times more developed so that you can observe them from the outside and decide if you want to keep this trait for yourself or not really. For some reason it happens even more in the male-female relationships which always provokes the intention from one side to change the other. In the reality it´s always yourself that need to be changed or worked upon.</div>
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For some reason i've started paying a lot of attention to the signs recently. The unviverse always sends something our way, we can ignore it, or we can be a bit more careful and thanks to those little signs make our way on this planet a bit more consious. I bet that the image of St George that was under my right foot during the 3 floors elevator ride must definitely mean something.<br />
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He is on the hourse defeating a snake. What would that be? My roommate is convinced that we interpret the signs the way we want and depending on our way of thinking we give them one meaning or another. Well, makes sense, and the interpretation that i've found on the internet and that made sense to me was that snake means the Ego, and the whole picture is about defeating your Ego.<br />
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Apparently Mexico is a very good place for practicing that. A lot of misunderstanding and misinterpretations come from the fact that our ego is so boosted that even a small thing is able to offend us. Even at work it's easily noticeable. No, they don't do those things to insult you, or to make you feel bad. It's just how this culture is and the people of this culture are used to work in their own way. And comming from Russia the first reaction on the poor excursion plan or on making you wait for 2 hours would be: omg, it's so disrespectful! Of course there shoud be some effort from both sides, but personally for me it's a very good lesson on patience and resilience.<br />
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It's been about two months since i'm here and another thing that i've noticed is that all this time i was in the state of waiting. Waiting till i get my documents, till i move to the new appartment, till i learn something about Mexico so that I can share it with tourists, till this till that.What i've realised yesterday and what i've felt from the inside is that recently i've unconciously changed the mode from Waiting to Inspired and being in Now and taking things as they are feels way much better. It's always like this in life - we are waiting for something and with that internal feeling we can't truly enjoy the present moment. We can, but not a 100 % because on the back of our mind we always have this nagging "and after that i will do..".<br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Wow, its getting quite windy here and looks like the dark blue that is over Cancun now is moving this way. The wind is so strong that if you put you body against it and lean forward a bit, it's able to hold you and you feel like you are flying. And what can be more precious then standing at the edge of the island with the salty wind blowing in your face and enormous waves breaking down there? Well, maybe a ride back in the pouring rain and a sea view with perfect for my stupid-beginner-surfer level waves.. Or a little stop at the beach on the way and getting in the warm ocean with pelicans flying around.. Or playing with the cuttest black dog that came over to see what this crazy girl on the bike is doing here?</span></div>
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Roadkidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03242562269491932559noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226942923151046494.post-29137713702451595422013-08-26T14:48:00.001-07:002013-08-26T14:48:39.019-07:00So far so good<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
"Paddle,Paddle, Paddle...here you go!!" - those sweetest words on saturday afternoon and the sensation of taking my first waves without anyone pushing or holding the board are overwhelming. Oh, those moments when your eyes are a size of a 5 peso coin, you've been thrown in and out, have drinken couple of liters of salty water, have some bruises already but you still want to go in and try to take one more wave, because it's damn worth it.<br />
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It surprizes me so much to hear tourists saying: "wow, you speak 3 languages, don't you wanna go to Moscow and get a good job there?". Get a "good job" to spend 3 hours a day on the way to work and get only 28 days a year to travel and see the ocean? No, thanks, i'll pass.<br />
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I feel like the week is a month long here, just because there are so many events that simply wouldn't fit in one blogpost. What to write about - a local sauna with shaman ritual or a helicopter ride over the islands? Or maybe about the night spent on the beach watching stars and weird flying objects? Or about the rain approaching Cancun and the most wonderful beach in the area turning competely dark in 5 minutes? Or about riding ziplines and offroad buggies as part of the job? I feel like it's just the beginning and the list will be only growing, at least for the next couple of months.<br />
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"Do what you like like what you do" - that phrase does make sence and i wish all the people who are still sitting in the office hating their job and saying "oh, i wish i could do the same, but..." would take the "but" out of the vocabulary.<br />
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Roadkidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03242562269491932559noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226942923151046494.post-64214095210585977152013-08-07T11:31:00.000-07:002013-08-07T11:35:18.059-07:00little things<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="font-family: sans-serif; line-height: 19.1875px;">Little rainbow in the shower from the sun shining through the bathroom window makes my morning. That's it - the last day here and time to move to a new appartment, the start of something new again.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 19.1875px;">Our new home is empty - just the fridge, the stove and some kitchen shelves. The move starts with hitch hiking the 55 year old car that is moving on 30 km per hour speed,collecting old things that people intend to though away. Task number one - check, our matress that fits in no other car is delivered up to the doors.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 19.1875px;">A lillte shopping, some green here, some blue there, cleaning up and it already looks alive. The second night finishes with the undercover trasportation of and old pallet from wallmart backyard at around 11 p.m. with the help of a guy who randomly stopped his bike in the middle of the night just to help us out(and yeah, of course he adores Chaikovsky and other russian classic musicians).</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 19.1875px;">That's incredible how some places send people your way, people that kind of guide you, take you to the right path, give you the knowledge you need. It's like the flow is back, the flow of events, conversations, encounters. I still can't fully grasp the contrast of the things happening to me here- like getting in the bus that almost doesnt have any doors on my way to work, and tadadam- getting back home on the caddilac. I still can't understand why so many people at work are complaining, come on - where in Russia could you go at night on the beach and see huge sea turtles laying their eggs, or have a coffee break watching the sunset over the sea on the way to the hotel transfer?</span></span><br />
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It's been exactly 2 weeks since I stepped on the land of quesadillas and chille and so far it is great. Of course there are some small bugs as at any work, but even the fact that I can be reading and talking about ancient rituals and cultures and get paid for it is quite exciting.<div>
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There is this human habit that is very hard to fight - we tend to compare, everything. How much this, how much that, here it is like this and there it was like that, and usually decision on wether you like smth or not is born in comparison. I couldn't avoid it, and I am still wondering at what point i'll stop making parallels with DR. But the good thing about it is that i've already found replacements to most of my favourite places(the Dominican friends will understand when i say i've found my Duarte con Paris, Zona Colonial and Macao here), so it does feel very comforting.</div>
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Nice sunny day - not even a cloud, St Petersburg is in a good mood today. Two cars one after another and finally the third epic one with the son of а Russian Orthodox priest who is fond of meditation takes us through the forest to The Place.<br />
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The first thing to notice is a big colourful sign "Welcome home" and naturally radiant smiles of the people saying "Good morning" even though it's about 7 p.m.<br />
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You get into the rythm very quick, and before you notice you are happily grating carrots in the common kitchen accompanied by the sounds of drums and flute. The food tastes divine after the day on a couple of cheese sandwiches and the common circle of people singing OM adds up some magic to it.<br />
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Living in the forest you understand how little we really need in life, and how many things the society and good marketing imposes. And damn it, sometimes it's pretty cool to be able to wake up in the morning, skinny dip in the lake and have a cup of fresh blueberry for breakfast.<br />
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People on the Rainbow are truly unique- anyone from old school hippies to yogis or just nature lovers from different cities, with different belief systems, different hobbies. Same kindness and good vibes.<br />
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An hour walk through the forest and I'm lucky enough to get a ride at the almost unhitchhikable road. And what a ride - straight to the city and with a 3 hour talk on personal development.<br />
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Back to "civilization", thank you Rainbow.<br />
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P.S. This Sunday the plane full of russian tourists will fly from Moscow to Cancun, Mexico and I will be on board.<br />
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New chapter in life, new blog that i'll try to update more often.</div>
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The inspiring posters on blurry background say - to be happy try to stay close to the things that make you feel alive...True<br />
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Some people need to have a place they call home, for me it's extremely important to move - my backpack, good music, warm wind in the face, that's the happiness.</div>
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I made a promise to myself that after i get the drivers lisence i'll be out of my hometown. And I was, and it was amazing - ants everywhere, small salary, 24/7 work with little interruptions for sleep, but the summercamp for kids is really worth it. It's worth it because of the nature aroud, because of those 66 eyes looking at you when u're scolding them, those pictures they draw, those "please tell us a fairy tale before we fall asleep", those "professor, let's play with us, pleeeeeease". It gives you energy nothing else can give.</div>
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This energy was well used for the crazy trip St Pete-Moscow-<b>Kiev-Odessa(Black SEA!!)</b>-Belarus-Moscow-St Pete- Finland- Pskov.</div>
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The sea is always magnificent, especially when it's glowing with light pink and purple in those 30 minutes before the sun starts going down, and it doesn't matter if it's Caribbean or dear to heart and almost not salty Black sea. And seeing dolphines splashing 15 meters away from the shore is indescribable..<br />
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And the road always brings along the characters i'd never meet if i wouldn't be travelling. </div>
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Like on the train from the camp to St Pete:</div>
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-May I help you with your backpack? And by the way, there are 11 minutes left till the train to the music fest in the forest, would you go with me? </div>
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Or like in Kiev walking around:</div>
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- Excuse me, do you know how to reach that church?</div>
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- Fine, more people, more fun (and not everyday you so randomly meet a saxophone player who worked on the cruise ships and is opening his own orchestra now).</div>
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Or like in this little village in Ukraine near the Black Sea:</div>
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Young lady carrying the fridge all by herself to my room: "hey, finally someone young and without kids here, let's go out together ;)"</div>
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And we did, and finished the bottle of delicious ukranian sherry and this lady turned out to be a single mother raising 2 daughters in her little village, taking care of her 4 cows and a bull in the morning and working as a nurse in the afternoon. Ah, and also she practices martial arts...</div>
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And the final kick was on the train back to Moscow:</div>
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It's like this magic flow have started again - flow of people, adventures, little things that make you smile every day. This is what makes me feel alive, this is what makes me understand that life is damn good. And new adventure is about to come, i just need to book the tickets.</div>
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P.S. I almost know nothing about Mexico yet, except they have pretty good burritos and tacos and that there are pyramids of Mayas not so far away from Cancun.</div>
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I'm gonna be a tourguide there ;)</div>
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