Krasnyi Rog
Last Week on the Road
My Epic Journey So Far
Today’s Weather Report
Today in Krasnyi Rog, it’s a balmy 20.25°C, feeling like a slightly chillier 20.11°C. I’d take off my hat but, you know, it’s glued on. There’s a few clouds lazing about, perhaps deciding whether to rain on my parade. The humidity’s at 68%, making my beard frizz like a dandelion puff. And the wind’s blowing at a measly 3.06 m/s, barely enough to rustle my felt jacket. But hey, a bit of moisture and a breeze never hurt a gnome – it just adds to the adventure!
From Trubchevsk to Krasnyi Rog: Gnomadic Chronicles!
One of the most interesting observations of this journey has to be the sudden shift from the old-world charm of Trubchevsk to the booming modernity of Krasnyi Rog. It was like time-traveling! But remember, “В каждом старом есть что-то новое, и в каждом новом есть что-то старое” – In every old thing there is something new, and in every new thing, there is something old. This is the beauty of our world, isn’t it?
I crossed no borders on this leg of the journey, but let me tell you, the language here is a beautiful melange of the old and the new, just like the towns themselves. It’s as if the words themselves echo the rich history and vibrant future of these places.
Now, let’s take a step back and look at the bigger picture. I’ve been on the road for 249 days, traveled a whopping 7516.3 kilometers! From the historic lands of Novhorod-Sivers’kyi and Kam’yans’ka Sloboda in Ukraine, to the tranquil vistas of Trubchevsk, and now the bustling city of Krasnyi Rog, my journey has been nothing short of epic.
There’s a popular local song that goes, “По дороге с облаками, под ногами белый снег…” (On the road with the clouds, underfoot is white snow…). I feel that sums up my journey beautifully, don’t you?
Before I sign off, here’s a bit of philosophical musing in the form of a local saying: “Не важно, сколько шагов ты сделал, важно, сколько осталось до конца пути” (It doesn’t matter how many steps you’ve taken, what matters is how many are left until the end of the journey). I may be a gnome, but my journey is no less than that of a giant!
So, until next time, до свидания (goodbye) and keep exploring!
Wandering Krasnyi Rog’s Streets
Gnome’s Quaint Canvassing
Painted en plein air while taking in the sights of Krasnyi Rog.
— Oliver the Gnome, aspiring artist
Pushkin’s Playground, Rachmaninoff’s Rhapsody!
Another intriguing fact is the city’s connection to the great Russian poet, Alexander Pushkin. Legend has it that he once spent a few days in Krasnyi Rog and found inspiration for his work. “Я помню чудное мгновенье” (I remember a wonderful moment), he wrote, perhaps reflecting on his time here.
As I wander the streets of Krasnyi Rog, I am constantly reminded of the song “Красный Рог” (Red Horn) by renowned composer Sergei Rachmaninoff. The city is as captivating as the melody, painting a beautiful portrait of Russia’s cultural tapestry.
So, here’s to Krasnyi Rog, a city that’s as rich in culture as it is in history. До свидания (Goodbye)!
Flipping Winter Goodbye!
In Krasnyi Rog, Russia, there’s an intriguing tradition called “Maslenitsa”. It’s a week-long carnival where locals bid farewell to winter and welcome spring. One of the highlights is the pancake feast – pancakes or “blini” symbolize the sun. They say, “Чем больше блинов, тем богаче урожай” which means “The more pancakes, the richer the harvest”. Another exciting part is the burning of the effigy, representing winter. The locals cheerfully shout, “Зима, зима, не морозь нас!“, meaning “Winter, winter, don’t freeze us!”. It’s a vibrant mix of culture and tradition that warms up the chilly Russian winter.
Krasnyi Rog’s Gnome-Gnome Delights
See you tomorrow!
Around the World on Foot, in Many, Many Days 