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With new tyres and in the fixed homebulance we reach Irkutsk. In the capital of eastern Siberia, we spent only a short while, wandering around the city in search of traditional Buryat houses. Wooden structures are famous for beautiful colourful shutters and intricately carved decorations around the windows. These elements are indispensable, even in the […]
A meeting with Nikolai, which after a bottle of moonshine, ended up at the border with Kazakhstan, cost us driving through the sideroads of nightmarish state. On these, the holes were more frequent than the asphalt patches. Finally, we managed to reach the main, proper road, which led us through the mountains, then hills to […]
Metallic sounds of trombones and a rhythmic beat of drums. Loud cries in a foreign language. White and green wigs and jerseys in the same colours. The large crowd of supporters of the Nigeria national team celebrates their victory in the match against Iceland. The white and green wave floods Moscow’s Red Square. June and […]
We wanted to close the Volgograd stage quickly and efficiently, and hit the road toward Lake Baikal on Monday, 2 July 2018. Broken air conditioning and the necessity of shopping decided for us differently. Instead of early in the morning, we left very late in the afternoon. So late that we were wondering whether to […]
Three countries, 3,800 km and two weeks after the start of our journey around the world in an old ambulance (aka homebulance), we found ourselves in Volgograd at Poland vs Japan match. The city welcomed us with almost 40-degree heat and the victory of the Polish national team in the game for the honour. Could […]
In Singapore, the Sri Thendayuthapani Hindu temple resonates with the rhythmic music of drums, bells and trance-like chants of the crowd gathered inside. A stunningly sweet smell of milk and incense fills the air. At the temple doorstep, a man dressed in a yellow sarong whirls in an ardent dance. A metal structure placed on […]
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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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