From Washington to Washington. Moments
From Washington to Washington. Moments. #mountrainier
I shoot three times a year, and it’s quite engaging. I wanted to say that carrying a heavy camera for 15 km (with an elevation >100 floors) while hopping on rocks in the mountains is not easy, until we met a girl there who walked the whole way barefoot.
From Washington to Washington. Moments #mountrainier
From Washington to Washington. Moments #mountrainier
It’s funny to stare at a sentence in a book that says when you fly to the other end of the USA, you become younger than everyone else by a quintillionth of a second — at the moment when you’re sitting on the plane flying to the other end of the USA.
Hello, Seattle!
Took with me on the plane to read
We finished the third season. They did a great job, but I really want to highlight two things — the script and the design. Probably one of the most stylish shows, and they managed to film the third season in such a way that it is simultaneously predictable in some aspects and full of completely unexpected twists in others.
Have you watched it? What did you think?
Good and unexpected place
Nothing unusual, just a penny-farthing in the parking lot in front of the bike trail. Had a chat with the owner. Very interesting
Yesterday late, around 10-11pm, I was returning from Washington by metro. At the exit of Ashburn station, a relatively well-dressed guy approaches me and asks how to get to Route 7 from the station by bike. I start to answer, then he asks me if I happen to speak Russian. My accent gave me away (damn, how did he know exactly?)
I open the map on my phone, start explaining it to him, go right here, then left, then right, a 45-minute ride. It’s night outside. The dude’s on a bike. He doesn’t have a phone — something is broken or dead. But the most interesting thing, he doesn’t know the address where he needs to go. And Route 7, by the way, is 497 km long, but he obviously meant a segment about 30 km near the metro, but it was still not clear where he needed to go in that section.
In the conversation, it turned out that he knows how to get to the place where he stopped (friends?), from the local Russian-speaking Protestant church, called New Life. I feel I’m explaining to him, he’s overall ready to go alone in the dark without navigation, but from his feedback, I understand he didn’t get it, and at the first turn, he’d go wrong. And at that time, there was absolutely no one on the streets, it’s a neighborhood and data center area (the largest in the world, by the way), very safe, but absolutely deserted. I tell him — my car is parked at the metro, let me give you a lift if that’s the case, it’s no trouble for me.
His name is Edik. He wrecked his car a week ago because he liked to drive “with a breeze”. He regrets it because now he doesn’t understand what to buy a new one with. Lives in Baltimore, came to our area because there’s some Mongolian holiday tomorrow. What? I ask, what the hell is a Mongolian holiday. Turns out he’s from Mongolia, lived there before moving to the USA. Russian family, school at the Russian embassy. Speaks Russian without an accent, and fluent in Mongolian. Illegal. Apparently, he came to the USA on a tourist visa and stayed. Works in a store somewhere near Baltimore. Deep in debt. Apparently, a few adventures weren’t enough and he went to Virginia by bike mixed with metro and buses.
I hope he made it home from the church.
Hi, I'm Rauf Aliev. 