As we travel the miles the scenery gradually changes. Usually every hundred miles or so things look different, especially going north or south. Trees get shorter or longer, vegetation changes colour as the temperature varies. Mountains rise and fall, giving way to flood plains and desserts.

Russia so far has been a little different. Mile after mile of very similar scenery, probably because we’re hugging the same parallel. (The 45th I think). Eventually though we came through the swamp into very flat farmland, then on to large expanses of wetlands.

Mosquitoes love the wetlands (and me!). I counted 60 bites this morning, but it’s worth the inconvenience for experience. Or so I keep telling myself!