Merry Christmas
I wish every reader of this blog a very merry Christmas.

Especially for my Russian readers and friends, with many thanks to Lena, here is a rhyme I learned:

У ПОПА БЫЛА СОБАКА,
ОН ЕЕ ЛЮБИЛ.
ОНА СЪЕЛА КУСОК МЯСА-
ОН ЕЕ УБИЛ,
В ЗЕМЛЮ ЗАКОПАЛ,
НАДПИСЬ НАПИСАЛ, ЧТО:
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Kiev to Lviv
After visiting the beautiful Crimea, I took the night train back to Kiev, where I spent a few more days writing and hanging out with very kind Ukraineans. My plan was to go hitchhiking to the Netherlands to celebrate Christmas with my family. Since I had good experiences fetching a ride up north, I thought ...
Moscow. Puh-ha!
I arrived savely in Moscow. And met many nice Russians.



The first night I stayed in a hostel, for a change. Ann had given me the adress, and it was - for Moscovian measures - very cheap (650 rubles). I took a good shower and had some coffee, before walking around in ...
St. Petersburg #1.
So I arrived in Saint Petersburg in the morning, in a huge train station, and I called Katja, the girl whom I had contacted on the couchsurfing network. It was quite easy to find my way around the city, since there are only four subway lines, neatly intertwined around four large ploshads (squares). So I ...
Murmansk. Alyosha.
I waited my five days in three different places, with three totally different kinds of people, who were all so kind. The last two nights I stayed at Evelyn's, a member of couchsurfing and a German who teaches Russian in Norwegian (!). So I enjoyed a conversation about linguistics, history, politics, which nourished my mind ...
Tromsø #2
On Sunday we woke up with strong coffee, and went to explore the Fjord of Tromsø. It was really beautiful, and we left the car several times to take pictures of it. [ picture of the Tromsø Fjord, thanks again to Tasos ]

I got a bit sad about the fact we'd split ...
Finally: Lapland
The next day I said goodbye to Tuomo and tried to hitchhike to Rovaniemi. This turned out to be very difficult. I remember walking along a highway, and decided I had had enough, so I got back to Oulu, where I waited in a "cafe de Provence" for my train to Rovaniemi, writing, of course.
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