Siberia is not a cold place at all.

Vast, vastest, no matter how far you go, you never reach the end... Who said Russia is only Moscow and St. Petersburg? I ride a roaring metal giant in the endless taiga, in line with the azure of the rivers and the turquoise of the sky, the sun burns my skin, it's hot, hot... But still the aroma of tea and the taste of Russian dumplings, which I treat myself to wherever I go, are warmer than the Siberian sun. From the seductive sound of the balalaika to the sharp echo of the moronkhor, from the onion-shaped domes of Orthodox churches to the prayer wheels of Buddhist temples, from the rustic taste of Borsh to the tribal authenticity of Buz, from the Urals to Altai to Baikal... No, there's still a long way to go...
Siberia is not a cold place at all! This is the story of my journey in Siberia, Russia. I traveled a large part of this route on the Trans-Siberian train. Along the world's longest railway line in the land of the Tsars and the Bolsheviks, I began a journey that I still see no end to. This territory is endless.