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There's something primordial about standing on nearly a meter of transparent ice, gazing into the crystalline depths of the world's deepest lake. *Che meraviglia!* The...
The Buryat people tell of Baikal's creation when the gods dropped a massive stone from the heavens, creating both the deepest lake on earth and...
The first time I witnessed Lake Baikal's ice caves, I stood breathless, camera forgotten at my side. Twenty-five million years of geological history suspended in...
Standing at the easternmost terminus of the Trans-Siberian Railway, Vladivostok presents a fascinating probability distribution of experiences unlike anywhere else in Russia. As an actuary...
The first time I heard the ice of Lake Baikal sing beneath my feet, I understood why Siberians speak of this place with such reverence....
When I tell friends I've taken my two children to Siberia in the dead of winter, I'm usually met with raised eyebrows and concerned looks....
The morning light filters through intricate wooden latticework, casting geometric shadows across my notebook as I sit in a 19th-century courtyard in Irkutsk. The air...
The rhythm of my running shoes hitting Toronto's pavement couldn't be further from the crisp Siberian air that filled my lungs last summer in Irkutsk....
I've always believed that the most transformative journeys are the ones that push us beyond our comfort zones, and my two-week solo adventure along the...
There's something profoundly transformative about standing on a metre of solid ice, knowing there's over a kilometre of water beneath your feet. The crystalline silence...
The helicopter banked sharply left, revealing a panorama that made my analytical mind temporarily surrender to pure wonder. Below me, the Valley of Geysers unfurled...
When I stepped off the helicopter onto Kamchatka's volcanic soil, I knew I was experiencing something few Western travelers ever would. As someone who's explored...
The rhythmic clacking of steel wheels against rails has always reminded me of cricket balls hitting bats in succession—a comforting percussion marking the passage of...