Editing in the Altai
Here is where I am currently. Kosh agach That’s China and Kazakhstan on the horizon. The dark 4wd is owned by two Russian archeologists in search of new petroglyphs. Our little grey Russian jeep keeps breaking down.
Here is where I am currently. Kosh agach That’s China and Kazakhstan on the horizon. The dark 4wd is owned by two Russian archeologists in search of new petroglyphs. Our little grey Russian jeep keeps breaking down.
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In many cultures, an outstretched hand holding a teacup is a welcoming gesture, a ritualistic symbol signaling time of friendship, relaxation, reflection, exchange and discussion... tales and news from afar.
For the nomad, the teacup is packed at the top of the saddlebag, and is the first item to come out after a long journey or at a chance but worthy encounter along the route.
It holds within its often battered and chipped form, a refreshing liquid that refuels the weary traveller. The vessel is filled and refilled holding a uniquely prepared flavor for the drinker's palate. A constant reliable, sipped from, time and time again.
Almost every culture has a teacup. Within it is everything, every flavour, every palate, but the same meaning.