A great story of adventure by two Australians in their early 20's, about the same age as my surfing son now. Tim Cope and Chris Hatherly travelled, camping very roughly, across Siberia to Beijing in the year 2000. Camping with mosquitos, ticks, rain, and heat. Meeting Russians, though having only a rudimentary knowledge of Russian and none of Mongolian and Mandarin. They had to cope with the with the winter cold, excessive alcohol, poor food, and the rural poverty but friendliness of most but also the rudeness and criminality of a few.
Of course, I know I am different. If I am on holiday from my middle class life in America and Australia, I have always preferred, even in my 20's, soft beds, 4 or 5 star hotels, and vegan food. I learned something reading about Tim and Chris's adventure, but never would attempt anything like it myself. I was happy to hear Tim Cope at the Perth Writers Festival 2017.
One of the funniest things to me in the book is this story on the road in Siberia.
"The country escaped definition - it wasn't Europe, it wasn't Asia, and it wasn't even a northern or southern culture.
That evening, as I pedalled fiercely to reach a hilltop, a petrol tanker stopped in front of me. The driver stepped out, motioning for me to stop.
'C'mon, have a couple of shots of vodka with me,' he urged.
'Oh, no, I had better not. I find it pretty difficult to ride after vodka,' I replied.
He peered down at me in sheer anger and puzzlement.
'And you think it's easy to drive a petrol tanker after a couple of shots of vodka?' he yelled."