Mike knew Laurie from college and always told Laurie that he wanted to go across Russia and China by train. So Laurie said, “Let’s do it!”
First night in St Petersburg. Laurie is about to eat bear!
Café, St Petersburg. Laurie is looking up the word “spasiba” (thank you) to impress the waitress. When she arrives, he forgets it.
People-watching on Nevsky Prospect, St Petersburg
Caruthers and Caruthers outside the British Embassy, Moscow
Ukrainian restaurant, Moscow. Laurie is about to eat something disgraceful
The waitress agrees to have her picture taken. Laurie is about to forget the word spasiba. Again.
Playing chess in our cabin on the Trans-Siberian, about a day out of Moscow.
In western Siberia, two days out of Moscow.
Trekking beside Lake Baikal in Siberia, day one. We have no idea what we have let ourselves in for.
Our guide, Genna. Every time we ask him when we’ll stop for lunch, he says “One o’clock.” This is a bare-faced Russian lie.
Resting on the beach, some hours later. Laurie’s smile now paper-thin.
High up looking out over Lake Baikal.
At the end of our trek, waiting for the ferry to arrive and whisk us off to our hotel. Possibly the best beer we ever had in our lives.
A bar in Irkutsk, Siberia. After the trials and tribulations of the trek, Laurie now scrubbed and polished, and about to eat something disgraceful again.
At the theatre in Ulaan Baatar, with our guide Togi. Note the special price for foreigners.
At night in our ger (Mongolian word for yurt). Raging storm outside, warm and peaceful inside. We cannot believe we are there.
Outside the ger, the following day. Note the sandals with no socks.
Restaurant car, Trans-Mongolian, in China. Laurie disgusted to find there is nothing disgraceful to eat on the menu.
Great Wall of China. Laurie busy taking pictures of family stamps – claims these are the earliest examples of brands in the world.
Note Laurie’s regrettable and painfully English fashion faux pas.
Laurie on the Great Wall. He just blends right in.
The Forbidden City, Beijing. After over three weeks and five thousand miles, our adventure is almost over. When I think of Laurie, this is how I like to remember him. Because he said “Let’s do it!”, we got to have the trip of a lifetime. Thank you my friend.