Anna Fedorova


Anna Fedorova

I recently found out that my great-grandmother was a gypsy. That explains a lot of things about me...

Africa » Morocco » Souss-Massa-Draâ » Agadir February 24th 2012

By Friday evening, the surfing adventure had taken a wrong turn. The self-proclaimed three musketeers (Joe brought the French classic with him to read on the beach, I thought the title fitting) have fallen one after the other. The first to fall was Joe himself, struck down by the all-British ailment known as “lobster syndrome”, in other words a severe heat stroke, which kept him in bed all of the third day. Not that he missed much—the waves were so strong that surfing was off the agenda in the morning, and we wandered around the coastline of Taghazout instead, basking in the sunshine. I was struck down by a more London-specific illness, also known as exhaustion-induced flu. My second day of surfing was cut short when, after a couple of hours in the water, I realised ... read more

Africa » Morocco » Souss-Massa-Draâ » Agadir February 22nd 2012

None but natives ever master the art of surf-bathing thoroughly. (Mark Twain) Mornings in Morocco are still cold in February, easily below 10°C, and the thought of spending most of the day jumping in and out of the waves suddenly seems a little less appealing than before. We huddle around the breakfast table outside on the terrace for our first Moroccan breakfast. It turns out the staple is bread—the same flat, round breads we had with dinner—eggs and jam. One thing on the table is unique and exciting—a bowl of runny almond butter called Almou. I never thought peanut butter had any competition, but I'm beginning to question my affiliations. Predictably, this little bowl is what we fight for every morning—a good reason to get up early for breakfast –until it runs out on ... read more
Tagine dinner

Africa » Morocco » Marrakech-Tensift-El Haouz » Marrakech February 21st 2012

Morocco as it is is a very fine place spoiled by civilization. (Richard H. Davis) February is the best time to take a holiday to a warmer part of the world, especially when it decides to be the coldest month of the year. As I leave my flat in the small hours of the morning to make my way to Gatwick, I still can't believe that in just a few hours I will see sunshine and feel the see breeze on my skin. Morocco is my first venture into Africa, and there are a lot of expectations. But after a night of frantic last-minute packing and only three hours of sleep, the most important thing is to make it to the airport on time. Travelling with three people is already enough to make this part of ... read more
Me and Joe
Boy on a motorbike

Europe » Austria » Tyrol » Wildschonau February 19th 2011

“Бесплатный сыр бывает только в мышеловке.” - “Cheese is only free in a mouse trap”. - Old Russian saying Keeping this saying in mind I read and re-read the rep's manual for my coming trip to Austria, my bible for the next nine days which will hopefully have the answers to all questions beginning with “what”, “how”, “where”, “who”, “when” and many others which I am expecting to have. No matter how many times I read these notes however, I don't seem to acquire much more of an idea regarding what my job will actually entail – it's as if the words that I see on paper, together with everything I heard at the training course a few months ago, were turning into mush in my brain. Not particularly encouraging is also the fact that I ... read more

Europe » Czech Republic » Prague » New Town January 17th 2011

We are living in the Left Bank of the ’90s. For some of us, Prague is Second Chance City; for others a new frontier where anything goes, everything goes, and, often enough, nothing works. Yesterday is long gone, today is nebulous, and who knows about tomorrow, but, somewhere within each of us, we all know that we are living in a historic place at a historic time –Alan Levy in The Prague Post, October 1, 1991 (first issue) Thick foggy darkness embraces our coach as we approach Prague, the medieval city swallowing up the coach like a sacrificial offering. In the darkness, away from the immediate city centre, the spirit of the city can still be felt. And as I escape the confines of the coach I can't help thinking that this is it, I am ... read more
Charles Bridge in the fog
The road to nowhere
On Charles Bridge at night

Europe » Germany » Bavaria » Nuremberg January 17th 2011

Prague has always been a dream destination, considered by many to be the most beautiful city in Central Europe, a fairy-tale of castles, towers and spires. Even more exciting for me is the fact that I can get there from Germany by train and bus as well as flying – somehow travelling has started feeling a lot more real when it is done on land, and despite my love of long-haul flights I now much prefer spending long hours watching the scenery pass outside the train window. That and sleeping – I never seem to be able to avoid dozing off, or sometimes even falling into a deep slumber for at least part of my journey. Something that is also much easier to do on a 10-hour train ride than on a short flights within the ... read more

Europe » Belgium » West Flanders » Bruges January 5th 2011

Ray: Bruges is a shithole. Ken: Bruges is not a shithole. Ray: Bruges is a shithole. Ken: Ray, we only just got off the f**king train! Could we reserve judgement on Bruges until we've seen the f**king place? That's not quite what we were thinking as Eva and I were dismounting our fourth connecting train. Unlike Ray, we made this journey of our own accord, and the lights of the town shining mysteriously though the fog of the evening filled us with excitement and anticipation. Only the rain and the bitter cold wind ruined the first impression, but only slightly - Bruges really does look majestic at night! The main tower is like a lighthouse in a sea of darkness, beckoning us towards its warm glow. And we follow this landmark, knowing that our hostel is ... read more
...and by day
The bar

Europe » Germany » North Rhine-Westphalia » Essen December 12th 2010

Everyone knows that public transport in Germany is the definition of perfection itself. Despite a comment in my first blog, trains are very rarely late in this part of the world (unless they are trains to my climbing gym - could this be a sign?). But my favourite part of the Deutsche Bahn are the so called Landestickets - tickets that allow you unlimited travel within one of the German federal states for 24 hours. These are often the cheapest way to travel, as long as you are travelling within the borders of the state - a rule that made me slightly regret being based in Nordrhein-Westfalen at first, a state with neither the most beautiful cities, nor the cheapest Landestickets. Unlike all other German states, where such a ticket costs 20 Euros for a single ... read more
Christmas Lights in the European Cultural Capital
Under a massive christmas decoration in a shopping centre
A journey back to the medieval times

Europe » Germany » North Rhine-Westphalia » Bonn December 8th 2010

Or "All I Want for Christmas is Warmth" It's 10 o'clock in the evening and I hurry back home, walking just fast enough to avoid skidding on the slushy snow under my feet. It's an early finish today - the market is empty, the wet white clumps falling from the sky having scared off even the biggest mulled wine and sausage enthusiasts. The whole city is getting ready for sleep under a thick snowy blanket. It's highly amusing to see rows upon rows of bikes in a city as cyclist-oriented as Oxford covered with a think white layer. Amusing purely because I don't have a bike here, so I can giggle as I imagine the suprise or indignation on their owners faces in the morning, safe in the knowledge that the God of bikes can't get ... read more

Europe » Switzerland » North-East » Bassersdorf November 30th 2010

My trip to the south is significant in more than one way, namely that the city of Konstanz directly borders Switzerland, its snowy mountain peaks visible from across the lake. As such it's only an hour by train to Winterthur - the town where I spent 8 months of my life during my year abroad, not too gladly if I'm being honest. And from there it's a mere 15 minute journey to the village of Bassersdorf, the home of yet another close relative, my cousin Tatiana. I haven't been back to Switzerland since that year I spend there, having had quite enough of being unable to understand a single word of the pseudo-German spoken in this part of Europe. I am now finally ready to make a trip back in time, a visit that will bring ... read more

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