Yan and Julia young family from Makhachkala. Yan has a creative job in a public agency, Julia works in catering service and air travel. They have a three years old daughter. She spends this weekend at grandmother. Julia is pregnant with the second baby. Once again, CouchSurfing blows my mind with the people who are ready to support others, think out of the box, act and help. Guys, you have a little daughter, never mind pregnancy why would even host some guy from Penza? Perhaps, guys wish an interesting life with little routine, too.
After the last sleepless night when I caught a marshrutka on M5 highway and a busy day I got to spend in the Capital, my sleep is sound and steady. In the morning I have a tea with cookies and the vibe is positive. My soaked clothes are already dry. On the background I hear music by GROMYKA. They occasionally got on their concert a couple of weeks ago, and it stuck to them ever since.
GROMYKAs soviet-wave sound fits perfectly here: a residential complex with high panel buildings, summer, shiny morning, green trees outside, metro station fifteen minutes away. Turns out you can bring out stagnated art from the archives, make a little polishing in a modern way, and its going to sound good.
Rammstein's concert ends up at midnight, BlaBlaCar to Penza sets off at 6 a.m.. I am to choose between a nighttime stroll around sleeping Moscow and an attempt to get enough sleep for the next working week, and I choose the second option: I come to Yan and Julia at 1 a.m. and sleep for a few hours. Accidentally, I woke up Yan when I was leaving the apartment.
[Me, whispering]: Guys, thank you so much for how cool you are.
[Yan, half-awake]: Peace))
In short, it turned out to be cozy like staying with friends.
Marathon
Golden Ring Ultra Trail marathon race in Suzdal is a closed circle with the start and finish lines at a wood hotel. On Sunday, Im going to run this circle 50 km long. I guess I shouldve booked a bed in the city, had a good sleep before the marathon start at 7 a.m.. In reality, Im looking for a couch in Vladimir, separated from Suzdal with an hour-long road by car. Gosha is kind of shitting me in VK16 chat. He doesnt pick up the phone a good half of the day. On the one hand, he doesnt own me anything. On the other, Im getting a bit nervous since things go not the way I planned.
Eventually, Gosha and Katya pick me up in the center of Vladimir near café at 10 p.m.. Nine hours left until the marathon. They agree to help me: wake up at 5 a.m. on Sunday and give me a ride to Suzdal. They dont mind some strolling in the morning, why not. At least thats what they say. Im glad Ive got more time for sleeping.
On the way to Suzdal we get to know each other better. Gosha and Katya are a young family. Gosha is working in a local urbanistic organization as a creative director. Katya is a graphic designer in a web studio. The guys are enjoying millennial life in their small hometown:
tons of little things made for the native city;
hanging out in one specific hip café;
a rock band formed with friends;
daily care of grandpas and grandmas;
spacious apartment in a new built residential block;
occasional trips to Europe;
experiments with looks: Katya has dreads, while Gosha has ear tunnels.
Leaving the car, I give the guys a hundred rubles, which can afford you nothing but a cup of tasteless coffee. I come to the starting line just two minutes before the marathon. After I cross the finishing line, my body dissolves in euphoria.
I think that was the very case when a simple thanks doesnt work when youd like to express how grateful you are to hosts.
Alvvays
May holidays are coming soon, I feel I want to go somewhere. Lets see what the map has to offer near Penza. Nizhniy Novgorod, Kazan, Samara great! I havent spent a month on the working place, but here I am asking for twelve days off and hitchhiking to Nizhniy. I leave all my tasks for the next week. Colleagues dont understand me. So do I. Where am I going and why? Whats the fuss?
I go to Nizhniy with Dima a CEO in a firm where my mother works. Dima is from Nizhniy, his family lives there. He goes to Penza on business trips. So, he circulates here and there every week.
[Dima]: Transport is all fucked-up: you think they are neighbor cities, but in fact theyre completely isolated from each other. Rare trains with inconvenient schedule. There used to be flights not anymore. Much easier to go on your own five hours, and youre at home.
Despite the obvious generation and social status difference, we get on really well. Dima is a down-to-earth person with a lot of interesting experience. He feels comfy with me.
[Dima]: your mother told me you like traveling, right?
[Me]: Well, yeah. I lived in the States, in India. A month ago I came back from the trip across the Baltic countries.
[Dima]: Sounds great! Youngsters these days live an interesting life. I remember myself at your age, in 1995. I was craving to go to Chechnya, on the front. I was overfilled with energy, aggression, turbulent years. I craved for adrenaline, something extraordinary.
[Me, inwardly]: O tempora! o mores!17
We are fully engaged in the conversation till we see the sign Nizhniy Novgorod. Dima left me on a bus stop somewhere on the outskirts of the city and went home to spend holidays with the family.
Nizhniy Novgorod looked terrible that day. It takes an hour for "Pazik" bus to get me to the center. Thats enough to make me feel tired and disappointed in this city. There I find myself in Bolshaya Pokrovskaya Street a typical Arbat of a Russian city. Its cold, grey and rainy outside. The only interesting place I see is Dodo Pizza which we still dont have in Penza. I come to the coastline and see the huge Volga River. That doesnt cheer me up either.
Before the night falls, I take a ride to Sputnik Street, where my host Petya lives. The same hour-long road by the same Pazik bus. Theres a metro in this city, but I doubt it leads anywhere. I go downstairs to take a couple stock pictures in the concourse and go back to the nearest bus stop. On my way there, I nervously check the job messenger. As always, there are problems and the work day hasnt finished yet. I express my numerous apologies to the colleagues for the inconvenience, justifying my absence by family matters.
Petya saves my evening. Petya is different from all my previous Russian hosts: he is a hippie not a yuppie. He keeps his way of life minimalistic: no furniture except mattress and a computer table. He doesnt show any barriers nor any warm-up questions in conversation. Right from the start, our conversation transforms into a flow of interesting thoughts and I feel gripped by his words.
[Petya]: Cities are depressing: noise, dirt, jams, angry people. Ive recently come back from Kola Peninsula. I really liked it there. We spent a week in a lodge of an old, kind man. Around us nothing but nature. It was cold, yeah, but nevertheless I was happy there.
Petya is a truck driver in a local transport company, putting away money on a trip to Crimea. Hes planning to get there on Harley hes just bought. He wants to live in Crimea in a tent with his friends, jump naked from the rocks, feed on sun rays and feel united with the mother-nature. He even looks like Tarzan: long curly hair, athletic, loose khaki-colored clothes. He doesnt go to the gym he is naturally well-built.
Before going to bed, Petya plays music from his VK account. Thats how I learn about indie band Alvvays which I would then quarter among my favorites. They disbanded even before our meeting. All they released were two albums. The song Marry me, Archie would find its way to my soul, romanticizing the image of a one-woman man.