Confessions of a Pignapper

Further into the province, little stone bus stops with colourful, Communist-era mosaics appear every couple of kilometres. Their names conjure up images of Cossacks, the settlements which they serve hidden beyond the mist. Thousands of dark, wet, leafless trees which line the motorway are home to tens of thousands of round crow's nests.

The scenery was dismal, but after five months in the city the sight of even the most uninspiring nature untied the knots in my shoulders. We jumped out of the minibus at one of the bus stops, and hitch-hiked the remaining four kilometres until Fasova village..........

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