Spoiler Alert: There’s vodka, volcanoes, and vertigo involved. 🪂🇷🇺 So there I was, dangling from the edge of a cliff in Siberia, wondering two things: 1) How did I get here? and 2) Why is no one talking about how Read more…
Ever tried planning a trip to Russia and felt like you were decoding a Cold War message? Yeah, same here. One moment you’re dreaming of Tsar palaces and vodka toasts, and the next you’re knee-deep in visa paperwork, Cyrillic street Read more…
Spoiler Alert: It’s Not Just the Vodka 🥂 Let’s be real. When you think of celebrity wellness retreats, your mind probably drifts to the snowy elegance of the Swiss Alps—yoga in a glass chalet, sipping overpriced green juice, and crying Read more…
You know that feeling when you open a restaurant menu and silently pray the prices are in Monopoly money? Yep, that was me in Moscow last winter. Except it wasn’t a menu—it was an experience. Welcome to Russia’s high-stakes dining Read more…
Ever looked at your house and thought, “Meh, I could trade this for a golden toilet in Siberia?” No? Just me? Well, buckle up, comrade, because Russia is not just the land of vodka, bears on unicycles (probably), and onion-domed Read more…
Let me paint you a picture: I’m standing in front of an unmarked iron gate somewhere in the leafy outskirts of Moscow. There’s no signboard, no entry fee, no line of selfie-stick warriors. Just a man in a crisp black Read more…
Let’s get one thing straight: if you thought booking a ticket to the moon was tough, try reserving a luxury lodge in Russia’s wild wilderness. No joke—some of these plush, bear-hugged havens are fully booked two years ahead! And here Read more…
Let’s be real—Tokyo hotels are amazing… if you enjoy compact living and parting ways with your life savings. Last time I booked a “budget” room in Shinjuku, I had to sleep diagonally just to fit my legs in. But what Read more…
Let me confess something before we dive in—I once thought the pinnacle of train travel was sipping overpriced wine on the Orient Express, pretending I was in a 1920s whodunit. That is, until I heard whispers (and by whispers, I Read more…
Okay, real talk: I’m not a billionaire. I don’t have a yacht named “Tax Evasion” or a butler who spritzes my face with Evian mist. But when I accidentally stumbled upon Russia’s most exclusive spa resort — the one where Read more…