The Spirit of Buryatia
“Is this your machine?” asks a young policeman, showing a picture of our ambulance on his phone. “Ours”, we...
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Jul 21, 2019
Jul 14, 2019CHAPTER 16 – YANAR DAG, AZERBAIJAN
Jun 20, 2019CHAPTER 15 – BAKU, AZERBAIJAN
Feb 19, 2017Kawah Ijen – the infernal beauty
Jan 20, 2020The true face of Iran
Aug 18, 2019CHAPTER 20 – SNOWBOARDING IN IRAN
Aug 4, 2019CHAPTER 19 – NEW YEAR, IRAN
Jul 28, 2019CHAPTER 18 – TEHRAN, IRAN
Apr 9, 2017Legends of Nikko
Jun 1, 2019CHAPTER 14 – THE SILK ROAD, KAZAKHSTAN part II
May 15, 2019CHAPTER 13 – THE SILK ROAD, KAZAKHSTAN part I
Feb 2, 2019Chapter 11 – Almaty, Kazakhstan
Jan 11, 2019Chapter 10 – Pavlodar, Kazakhstan
Apr 30, 2019CHAPTER 12 – BISHKEK, KYRGYZSTAN
Nov 1, 2018The two faces of Issyk-Kul
Dec 26, 2018Chapter 9 – Ulgii, Mongolia
Nov 30, 2018Chapter 8 – Khovd, Mongolia
Nov 28, 2018Between the Worlds
Nov 25, 2018Chapter 7 – Bayankhongor, Mongolia
Sep 29, 2019Guardian angels with Kalashnikov
Oct 25, 2018The Spirit of Buryatia
Sep 16, 2018The Two Temples of Posolskoye
Aug 21, 2018Chapter 4 – Buryatia, Russia
Aug 6, 2018Chapter 3 – Krasnoyarsk, Russia
Mar 29, 2018Thaipusam – the way of finding bliss
Apr 27, 2017The oldest barbershop in Singapore
Mar 12, 2017Thaipusam – when body becomes a sacrifice
Feb 7, 2017The Lion Dance – dancing into the Lunar New Year
Dec 28, 2017Buddhism at the hanging rock
May 7, 2017Fish Market in Jaffna, Sri Lanka
Jan 30, 2018Tidal Waves
Oct 30, 2017Damnoen Saduak – Thai market that rocks
Sep 11, 2017Maeklong – Thai market for adrenaline rush seekers
Mar 5, 2017Foodie guide to Vietnam
Dec 1, 2016Ho Chi Minh’s vibrant streets
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Chapter 6 – Karakorum, Mongolia
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The Two Temples of Posolskoye
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Chapter 5 – Ulaanbaatar, Mongolia
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Chapter 4 – Buryatia, Russia
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Chapter 3 – Krasnoyarsk, Russia
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Russia – the streets without white bears
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"It is 'Romeo and Juliet'. Bitter-sour ripening cheese - manly like Romeo and marmalade made of marmelo - sweet like Juliet."
Laughter echoes over the long table marked here and there with golden specks of the sun piercing through leaves of the vine. Laughter hearty and contagious. After a while, the whole courtyard, hidden in the blissful shade of grapevines, sounds with it. Even dogs tired of the heat set their tails in motion.
Only minutes ago, the same people – family and friends – were working in the heat of the sun. Hands armed with sharp scissors cut the heavy, emerald-golden bunches of Alvarinho - the world-famous jewels of grapes from the Monção-Melgaço region.
Sweat flooded the eyes. The merciless rays of the sun scorched every each of the skin. The backs ached from long hours of work.
The afternoon washed away fatigue and toil. They dissolved in joyful closeness. They were drowned out by delight, over the mouth-watering dishes steaming on the table; by the buzz of conversations and rascal jokes; by the burst of the wine bottle cork, fancifully cut with a knife and by the clink of wine glasses raised in toasts.
They disappeared between handshakes, pecks on the cheeks and hearty slaps on the back - "great work!".
Work that will start again at dawn tomorrow. Again, it will break backs and flood still sleepy eyes with sweat. The work that won't stop for many, many weeks. And which, along with exhaustion, brings the happiness of keeping the tradition alive.
The tradition of human life led to the rhythm set by nature. The tradition of sharing the hardships of work and the joys of rest. The multi-generational tradition of creating a unique wine taste - as sharp as the toil and as sweet as the friendship. As the family.
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