Keith Irwin

Rostov na Donu

My host in Rostov was another linguistics student, specializing in pronounciation, and tried to help me a bit with my horrific Russian. I learned that I have been saying "hello" all wrong. It's "zdrastvouytche", not "strastvouytche".

One of the ironies of hitchhiking and travel in general is that getting there isn't half the fun; it's all the fun. Cities are full of ordinary people, going to work, going to the bar after work, and making chit-chat about sports and current events. Rostov was not a big tourist city and had little to see. I remember visiting a park in the center of the city and wandering around there. They had a zoo but it was closed for the winter.

On the street I watched some road-workers fixing a pothole. They had a sort of bunsen burner with an open flame which they were using to cook up some asphalt to lay. This method seemed primitive to me.

My notebook for 2012-03-13

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