It’s early in the morning. The rays of the rising sun peek through the window of my Landrover’s roof-tent. Far in the distance I can make out the sounds of sheep, cows and their herders screaming at them. Did they go in a different direction to what I expected last evening?
Belarus is a country that few people outside of Europe know. There are not many reasons for an outsider to know it, to be totally honest. As for me, it’s where I was born.
"Those of us who fought in the war, we can’t ever go back. They’ve got our names in the system. If we come back, they’ll take us away. We’ve been living in this place for 24 years! What has the government done for us? They promise to finally resettle us into a new apartment block. We’ll see.”
An important industrial centre during Soviet times, today Rustavi’s industrial area is much more akin to a ghost town. I don’t remember where I heard about this strange, eerie place, but a friend and I decided to visit it the other day.
I fell in love with the Braslav region in Belarus when I first arrived here 7 years ago. I’ve been coming back every other year since.
I've forgotten how long and painful even short motorcycle rides in India can be. After not finding what I wanted in one coastal town, we set off for another. We decided to split up the journey and stop on an island called Diu.
I’ve been back in India for 2 full days so far. I’ve quickly been reminded why I love it so much. Why it’s so frustrating and why there’s no other country like it.
People have been erecting grandiose buildings for thousands of years. They’ve been doing it in some naturally beautiful places too. It seems though that back in the day people had a better idea of how to create things in more harmony with nature. The Marmure Castle in South Turkey, as grand as it is, still felt like it was in harmony with nature when I saw it.