“In the winter of 1888, on the 5th (new style: 18th) of January, at about three in the morning, the residents of Kashkarantsy were awakened by a strange and terrifying noise of ice mountains of huge size moving onto their village from the sea, destroying barns, houses, and boats..”
Saw the same thing in its miniature version yesterday:
Yesterday I was dragged out to Luvenga by my mate Alexandra, who totally disregarded my profound desire to spend Jan. 1 in coach-glued lethargy, and was forced to observe the first true sunrise of the year.
Warning: the image of the place presented in the video somehow looks better than ground-level reality, where all the trash and tack and grot can’t be easily ignored. But with the end of the tourist season approaching I cannot miss this opportunity to promote tourism, even by somewhat misleading methods.