Привет, my fellow wanderers! It’s your favorite globetrotting gnome, Oliver! Just finished a small but thrilling 33.8km march from the quaint town of Borskoe to the charming village of Mogutovo, both nestled in the heart of the vast and beautiful Russia.

One thing I always tell folks, “You haven’t truly traveled until you’ve walked!” The incredible scenery, the rush of wind against your cheek, the earth beneath your feet, it’s a journey of the senses. And my senses were tingling on this little trek.

Remember that old Russian saying, “В гостях хорошо, а дома лучше“? It translates to, “Visiting is good, but home is better.” Well, I always say that home is where your hat is, and right now, my hat is firmly planted in the Russian soil.

The most interesting observation on this leg of my journey? The beautifully painted ‘izba’ – traditional Russian log houses, with their intricate woodwork and vibrant colors. They stand out like jewels in the snow, a testament to the artistry and resilience of the Russian people.

I’ve been on the road for 321 days, traveled 9434.7 kilometers so far. From Slavinka to Neftegorsk, Borskoe to Mogutovo, and now setting my sight on Derzhavino, each stop has been a chapter in this amazing adventure.

Here’s a little ditty I picked up from a local bard in Borskoe: “Под звуки балалайки, Иду я по дороге, Смеюсь и плачу я, В России, моей дороге“. It translates to, “To the sounds of the balalaika, I walk the road, I laugh and I cry, In Russia, my dear road.”

Remember my friends, life is a journey, not a destination. So, buckle up and enjoy the ride! Until next time, до свидания!

Ah, Mogutovo, a city of stories as old as the cobblestones beneath my tiny gnome feet. First, let me paint you a picture of the majestic St. Anastasia Church. It’s an architectural marvel, dating back to the 18th century. Its ornate domes are resplendent in the sunlight, a sight that would make even grumpy old me tear up. As they say in Russian, “Красота в деталях” (Beauty is in the details).

Secondly, the city’s affinity for arts is palpable. It’s home to the annual Anton Chekhov Theatre Festival. Nothing says culture quite like the dramatic masterpieces of Chekhov, a playwright who could make a stone weep. I even caught a performance of “Вишнёвый сад” (The Cherry Orchard), and let me tell you, it was as refreshing as a cool drink on a scorching summer day.

As I wander through the city, I can’t help but feel a sense of the historical depth and artistic soul that is Mogutovo. As the famous Russian composer, Tchaikovsky said, “Вдохновение в каждом углу” (Inspiration is in every corner).