As part of the conference in Krasnoyarsk, Siberia, we were taken for dinner at Bobrovy Log, a local ski resort. I'm told that Babrovy Log translates to "Beaver Lodge".
Our trip started with the requisite "piling into vans" that had become a regular and enjoyable part of the conference.
Because there were highly-placed government representatives amongst us, we had a police escort.
"Wow, that's neat," I thought, "Cars are moving out of the way for us! This is fun!"
And then, as we were crossing the bridge over the Yenesei River, the cars didn't have a lot of room to pull over - so the police escort sped into the lane reserved for oncoming traffic!
"Woohoo!" I thought, "This is a WHOLE LOT of fun!"
As we pulled up to the ski resort, I looked at it and said, "Excellent!" One of the Russian-speaking Canadian representatives exclaimed "You're getting quite good at reading cyrillic!"
"Huh?" I asked.
It turns out that the van stopped in front of an establishment that operates under the name "Excellent". (On the grey banner over the doors in the picture below.)
Dinner was served in a night club-type room. The atmosphere was very neat.
We were entertained by singing and dancing, all of it quite excellent. The performers were very, very skilled.
And I fell in love with a new favourite instrument. Why would anyone buy a bass guitar when you could get one of those!?
I would totally get one if I thought it could survive the flights halfway around the world - and if I had a place to keep it.
Our trip started with the requisite "piling into vans" that had become a regular and enjoyable part of the conference.
Because there were highly-placed government representatives amongst us, we had a police escort.
"Wow, that's neat," I thought, "Cars are moving out of the way for us! This is fun!"
And then, as we were crossing the bridge over the Yenesei River, the cars didn't have a lot of room to pull over - so the police escort sped into the lane reserved for oncoming traffic!
"Woohoo!" I thought, "This is a WHOLE LOT of fun!"
As we pulled up to the ski resort, I looked at it and said, "Excellent!" One of the Russian-speaking Canadian representatives exclaimed "You're getting quite good at reading cyrillic!"
"Huh?" I asked.
It turns out that the van stopped in front of an establishment that operates under the name "Excellent". (On the grey banner over the doors in the picture below.)
Dinner was served in a night club-type room. The atmosphere was very neat.
We were entertained by singing and dancing, all of it quite excellent. The performers were very, very skilled.
And I fell in love with a new favourite instrument. Why would anyone buy a bass guitar when you could get one of those!?
I would totally get one if I thought it could survive the flights halfway around the world - and if I had a place to keep it.
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