Same Track
8000 km by train from Moscow to the world’s coldest city…
I wanted to tell you about vodka-fuelled arm wrestles, frost-bitten toes, and how I smuggled out these photos between my ass cheeks.
But, there I was in Yakutsk, -52 outside, sitting in a food court eating KFC. The guy beside me slurps the final sips of his girlfriend’s Pepsi. The greased stained napkin, comfortably familiar...
Maybe that’s alright.