Let me guessâyouâre standing in front of St. Basilâs Cathedral, camera in one hand, confidence in the other, and thinking, “This is going straight to Instagram!” But hold up, ŃОваŃĐ¸Ń (thatâs Russian for âbuddyâ), before you click that shutter, letâs Read more…
Okay, letâs get one thing out of the way: if youâve ever looked at a Russian travel photo and thought, âHow is this real? Did they Photoshop in heaven?â, you’re not alone. I used to think the same â until Read more…
Let me start with a spicy confession: I once thought the Swiss Alps were peak beautyâpun intended. Snowy mountains, fairy-tale villages, cows with bells, yada yada. But then⌠Mother Russia waltzed in like a scene from a Tolstoy drama and Read more…
Letâs be honest â when you think âRussia,â you probably picture Red Square, dramatic winter coats, and possibly a bear drinking vodka (donât worry, Iâve seen the memes too). But what if I told you thereâs a mind-blowingly beautiful spot Read more…
Alright, folks. Letâs address the (drunken) elephant in the room: When someone says “Russian drink,” 99% of people shout âvodka!â louder than a Russian babushka yelling at you for not wearing a hat in -10°C. But what if I told Read more…
Letâs get one thing straight â Iâve seen Mirror Lake. Lovely. Polished. Insta-famous. But if your idea of âadventureâ is standing elbow-to-elbow with tourists while battling swarms of selfie sticks, then yeah â go ahead. But if you’re like me Read more…
Let me just say this upfront: Russia isnât subtle. It doesnât whisper culture and beautyâit screams it with onion domes, gilded palaces, and enough architectural flair to make your camera overheat. If youâve ever looked at a photo of a Read more…
Okay, confession time: I once mistook a smudge on my camera lens for the Aurora Borealis. Yep, that greenish streak? Smudged avocado toast. Since then, Iâve vowed to only chase Russiaâs Northern Lights with clean lenses, warm socks, and a Read more…
You know that feeling when you wake up at 4:30 AM on vacation and donât even curse once? Yeah, me neitherâuntil I saw the sun rise over Lake Baikal, a place I now lovingly refer to as âThe Chill That Read more…
Okay, letâs address the blini in the roomâwhen you hear âRussia,â your brain probably jumps to vodka, winter that could freeze your eyelashes off, and maybe a certain bear that rides a unicycle (donât ask). But what if I told Read more…