RIS Sundsvall 2018

RIS stands for Rotaract in Sweden and it was held in Sundsvall from 13th to 15th of April. Although Sundsvall is right in the middle of Sweden, it is our northernmost club.
We were fewer than 20 people, but what matters is quality over quantity, isn’t it? We had an opportunity to be greeted by the chairman of Sundsvall city council and hear two inspiring speakers, an ex motocross competitor who helped us to self-help, and an unconventional CEO and founder who thought us that there are not so many rules you have to follow. 30742132_2167446123266378_4195594014902190080_n
We have also elected out new country board (congratulations to everyone) and had a whole range of fruitful discussions and experience exchange which will help us to develop our clubs even better. We discussed oncoming Nordact in Gothenburg, The Game of Winter REM in Malmö/Copenhagen, and also decided to have our next RIS in Skövde.
On the top of that, we had an opportunity to learn all about the history of Sundsvall by our amazing singing, acting and dancing guide.
The club I helped to revive, Rotaract Uppsala-Stockholm International got an unique prize for the best comeback. The president also had luck to win the sweepstakes for the early bird participants, a beautiful piece of art by a local artist.


Thanks, Sundsvall! See you all next year in Skövde!


Danube and around (“pre-Wine Roads”)

This was an adventure I organised by myself in connection with the Wine Roads 2017 by Rotaract Osijek, Croatia and can be used as a recommendation for the “extended wine roads”. The trip focused on three regions, Syrmia, Baranya and Slavonia; and three rivers, Danube, Drava and Sava.
For all Rotaractors familiar with Croatia through Rotaract Sailing Trip, forget all you know about Croatia, because this is a completely different area, with different nature, culture and cuisine.
How to arrive: there is an airport in Osijek, but almost all connections to the rest of Europe go through Zagreb. Other airports around are Belgrade (Serbia), Pecs (Hungary) and Tuzla (Bosnia). I chose Tuzla due to the low-cost direct flights from Stockholm. It’s one of the smallest and shabbiest airports I have ever seen. After considering public transport options, we booked a car from Avis. Although they are an internationally known company, they have their own rules in Bosnia, which neither comply with conditions presented by Avis Sweden, not with their own answers about the conditions, but that’s a story for itself.

To the first stop: I chose the most eastern point of Croatia, Ilok in Syrmia region, overlooking Danube river. Fun fact, when you google Ilok, you mostly find various advanced locks called iLoks. I guess all the words starting with “i” are ruined. After careful driving through Bosnia, we could raise our speed above 60km/h in Croatia. The whole area looks very empty and it seems that a majority of houses in villages are not inhabited. Although Ilok has only 5000 people, it’s a place of a rich multicultural history and beautiful nature. There is one hotel, but we ended up in a private accomodation called Srijemska kuća (Syrmia House), which was chosen based on the fact they were the only googlable and available private accomodation (double room+breakfast 300 HRK). We had a whole farm estate for ourselves, with a view over the old roofs of the village. Our friendly hosts stopped by only to offer us a welcome drink (cherry liquer, plum brandy and a local wine), share their love for Nordic noir and to prepare the breakfast. They recommended a restaurant called Stari Podrum (Old Cellar), where we also had a whole place for ourselves. We tried spicy čobanac (shephard’s stew) with lamb and pork and less spicy fiš-paprikaš, (fisherman’s stew) with catfish. A meal for two (which looked more like a meal for four to me), with two glasses of wine made in their own Iločki podrumi (Ilok cellars) winery was 100-125 HRK (13-17€). We also tried a random fast food next to the PBZ bank, where we got a giantic portion of ćevapi (grilled minced meat) with ajvar (pepper-eggplant chutney) in a lepinja (flatbread) for 30 HRK.

At the entrance of Syrmia House in Ilok

What to do in Ilok: visit the medieval old town with Odescalchi castle with a museum (20HRK, or 30HRK for 2), church of St John of Capistrano and have a promenade by Danube. Don’t miss Principovac country estate, if not for their restaurant and winery, at least for the amazing view of vineyards around. On the way from Ilok to Vukovar, one can also stop to see the ruins of medieval Šarengrad fortress above the Danube riverbank.

Second stop: Vukovar (<40km from Ilok). When you google Ilok, you find iLoks. When you google Vukovar, you find all the horrors of the universe, starting with the battle of Vukovar in 1991.
Since, I’ve heard that the war tourism is a thing, I can name some of the sights on the way from Ilok to Vukovar, like the water tower with its 600 shrapnel holes, utterly sad mass grave Ovčara, memorial cemetery for the casualties of the war, with almost a thousend crosses, and finally the basement of Vukovar Hospital. If you are not into war horrors, (which are anyhow hard to skip due to numerous shrapnel and bullet holes in the city), I recommend a baroque castle Eltz with its museum, and the downtown in general, also in Maria Theresia baroque style.
Souvenirs: I stopped buying souvenirs I can’t use, so here I decided to buy Startas sneakers (6-30€) by Borovo, handmade from natural materials.

Vukovar, Danube
Silver-plated beehive – the symbol of the Rotary Club established in 1932 in Vukovar

Third stop: Kopački rit, 15km from Osijek. It’s a nature park north of river Drava, in Baranya region. When I was a little girl, I read a Scooby-Doo-style mystery book called “The Ghost in the Swamp”. Well, that “swamp” was Kopački rit, actuallly one of the most important intact wetlands in Europe, and I had to check it out. The entrance was only 10 HRK (1.3€), but we spent further 7€ for a guided boat tour. The receptionists were nice enough to call the boat to wait for us, since the next boat was leaving in an hour. We got to know all about mosquitos, fishes, birds, otters, beavers, hogs and deers living in the area. After the pitoresque tour, we went to Tikveš castle on the other side of the park (10km away). Although not so impressive today, it was once Austrian royalty’s castle, then Serbian royalty’s castle, finally it became even a Yugoslavian president Tito’s castle, and now it’s waiting for a renovation. Some hundred meters before the entrance of the park, in Kopačevo village, was a resturant nicely incorporated into the old local architecture, called Didin Konak (lunch for two <100 HRK).

Cormorants in Kopački Rit

Fourth stop: Osijek, 35km from Vukovar. We chose charming Austrian-Hungarian guesthouse Maksimilian in the very centre inside of the fortification walls (double room + breakfast 414 HRK). This was the first time that someone was not afraid to speak English with us, although we didn’t really test anyone’s knowledge of English due to my Croatian. Their little library had books in Swedish, their interior design included a penny farthing bicycle and an antique Singer sewing machine and they had an endless supply of coffee and tea. We decided to bring a local Osječko beer to Maksimilian fairy-tale-like garden and enjoy the afternoon.

Fifth stop: Đakovo, 50 km from Osijek.  More about Osijek, Đakovo, and everything around was the central part of the wine trip described here. Except wines, there was also a lot of horses and one magnificient cathedral.

Sixth stop: Županja, 65km from Osijek. We chose Županja because it was on our way back to the airport, near the border on river Sava. We also chose Sava restaurant, purely based on the fact that it was the only restaurant marked on Google Maps. I finally tried a grilled trout, which was different than sea fish I am used to, but still recommendable.

We spent two nights in Ilok and two nights in Osijek, all together about 550km by car (31€ of gas bought in Bosnia), 45km on foot in less than 96 hours.

Tips for foreigners:

  • If you can’t google out things, call or ask in person. Do not rely on English with tourist workers, although you can try with German (many places had a menu in German) or even Hungarian in Baranya. Or just follow grape pictograms on the way, which will lead to winemakeries and cellars.
  • Don’t wander around to mine fields (all suspicious area is marked).
  • Take a bicycle, because it’s an absolute flatland.
  • Manually choose your mobile network near Danube, in order to avoid unwanted non-EU roaming.
  • Finally, my designated driver warns about Croatian drivers’ love for blinding high (long) beams.

Surprising for a Swede:

  • coloured toilet paper which seems to be unknown in Sweden
  • people who take time to help you: our first host called a restaurant to check which meals are available and gave us a ride there, a hairdresser Marijana in Ilok who rebooked my appointment after a late flight (colouring, highlights, haircut, blowdry = 200HRK), a salesgirl in Borovo shoe store laced my new sneakers etc.
  • so many tourist sights for a not so known region and the difference with the more famous, Adriatic regions of Croatia.

18th Wine Roads Slavonia-Baranya 2017

Where: Slavonia in Croatia (Osijek, Đakovo and around)
When: 14th of October 2017
Who: 50 Croatian Rotaractors, a few Rotarians and two Swedish Rotaractors
Note: this event did not have any pre- or post- events connected to it, but one idea how to extend the trip is described here.
What have we been doing: Wine Roads are a yearly event for wine lovers organized by Rotaract Osijek. Since the city seems to be divided in two regions by the Drava river, they organize their trip in a different place in one of the regions. Sometimes even adding the neighbouring Syrmia region. The price of the trip this year, with all this endless wine tasting was affordable 33€.

Wine Roads

The event started with a pre-gathering on Friday in an old railway warehouse turned into a pizzeria called Sporthouse. Besides meeting our new friends, I focused on a rich Slavonian pizza with smoked spicy sausages.
Saturday was the main day of the event. Our beautiful sunny day started by the old town of Osijek called Tvrđa, usually described as a unique example of an eighteenth-century baroque military, administrative, and commercial urban center. After all of some 50 participants gathered, our bus took us to the state stud farm in Đakovo. Our hosts prepared delicious buns with cheese and ham, and although we were on the wine roads, a local cherry liqueur and even a plum brandy for the brave ones.
After we got to know all about beautiful Lipizzan horses and everyone tried to pet them and pose with them, we went to the center of Đakovo. We got a tour in, around and under the magnificient cathedral and then the time had come for the first wine stop – Communion Wines Ltd! We got to taste three kinds of communion wines (usually presented as “the blood of Jesus” in churches) in the diocese’s cellars. Besides graševina (Welschriesling), chardonnay and traminac (Gewürztraminer), there was also an unusual vinovica, a rakija (brandy) made of destiled wine. The next stop was a light lunch at the second location of the state stud farm, Ivandvor, where horses were out of their stables. The horses were enjoying the green meadows, and we were enjoying the view . The second wine stop was “Đakovačka vina” wine company in Mandićevac, where they taught us all about the winemaking process. Except already mentioned white wines, we could taste cabernet sauvignon, and there was even a fresh must for those tired of alcohol.


The last stop was on a boat back in Osijek, at restaurant Galija (Galley). While our ears were pleased with a local tamburitza band, our eyes could enjoy the view on Drava river, and our taste buds indulged in four kinds of meat.
Sunday: The Wine Roads finished with a coffee at hotel Osijek by Drava river. The two of us “international guests” didn’t miss an opportunity to have a little tour of the old town Tvrđa and the “newer old town” Gornji Grad with its baroque, neogothic and amazing art nouveau buildings. RAC Osijek, we wish you continued success with this amazing event!
P.S. For all the international guests, it is recommendable to stay a few days more to explore the Danube region. As written in the beginning, our trip this year is described here.

Charter RAC München Residenz

Where: Munich, Germany
When: 30th of June – 2nd of July
Who: Over 150 German Rotaractors and truly yours from RAC Stockholm Djurgården

What have we been doing: Celebrated the 25th birthday of the host club. Following the instructions of my host Laura who I had never met before, I showed up at the welcome party straight from the airport. While the only unusual prop I had was a suitcase, the majority had traditional Bavarian costumes. The party turned to a New Year’s party once when we realised it’s Rotaract New Year! 

The next day started with a cultural activity, a tour of The Residenz museum, a magnificient building of impressive history, while the other groups went for a picnic, hiking or a social activity.
The main point of the weekend, the gala dinner by the lake was a great opportunity to meet old and new friends, exchange experiences, get to know about other charters (unlike in Sweden, there is a plenty of events to join in Germany) , and even learn a few words of German. Or to get reminded of old German hits.
The weekend finished with a traditional Bavarian breakfast, white sausages with honey mustard.
Many thanks to my host Laura, to Flo for a lesson in discrete and less discrete ways of eating white sausages, to Martin and Vincent for all acute translations by the table and finally to the organizers for such a wonderful event. We wish happy anniversary to RAC München Residenz and many successful projects in the following years!

RCC’s Escape to Paradise (Sri Lanka trip)

Where: Central, south and west Sri Lanka
When: 18th – 30th April 2017
Who: Russian-Polish girl, Slovenian girl, German guy, Italian guy, Canadian guy and yours truly from RAC Stockholm (and a bunch of Rotaractors from Colombo)

What have we seen: temples, fortresses, lakes, rivers, waterfalls, elephants, macaques, turtles, reeeeaaally long lizzards, a private collection of classic cars, sand beaches, really big waves (at least for us from smaller seas), tea plantations, fruit markets, tuk-tuks and even a village festival where we learned a few dance moves.

Where have we stayed: Hostels, hotels and private homes of Rotaractors. We had to pack and unpack almost every day, but how else would we manage to travel around half of the country? Even the shabbiest hostels offered an excellent breakfast with a lot of fresh fruits, while the hotel surprised me with a delicious chocolate cake for my birthday! Since Rotaractors live with their families, we also had an opportunity to learn more about their family history and even see their family trees.
Cusine: A lot of food! My favourite were pancakes called “hoppers” with palm syrup and coconut milk. I also liked a buffalo curd and specially a big variety of sea food. One couldn’t say no to passion fruit and lime juices either!
Social projects: We brought small presents for boys from underprivileged families. In exchange, they tried to teach us to play cricket.
RAC meetings: Like in Mexico, there was also a salute to the flag, but otherwise it was quite similar to our meetings. We got their club T-shirt and a fanion.
Weird stuff: It’s not uncommon to have servants at home, and it is also not uncommon for servants to sleep on the floor, without a bed or a matress. We were told they prefer it that way. The other thing which amazed me was the traffic. The streets are full of vehicles, people and even animals. The tuk-tuk drivers navigate through the traffic that you start to wonder if their tiny vehicles are even smaller than they seem to be. Creepy stuff includes packs of stray dogs (thanks god, mostly sleeping through the day). 
Head bobble: We asked if it means yes or no, but the answer was “mostly yes, but also no”. Something like an ACK signal in telecommunications, it seems.

I didn’t know a lot about this exotic island before the trip, but I have learned a lot, about history, culture, economy and the most important – people! In spite of all bruises, scars and mosquito bites, I am so glad I had an opportunity to join this trip, exchange Rotaract experiences and make lifelong memories.

Mexican Pacific adventure

Where: Mexican Pacific aka Baja California (Tijuana, Ensenada, Mexicali + La Paz, Los Cabos) and a bit of Sonora (Hermosillo), with a surprise trip to Mexico City
When: 25th March – 10th April 2017
Who: An Italian girl, a Romanian-English girl, an Ecuadorian guy and yours truly from RAC Stockholm


What have we seen: deserts, mountains, beaches, a geyser(!), Mexican traditional dances, Chinese traditional dances, native noisy masked dances whose name I forgot, but they remind me of Croatian “bellmen”, zebra donkey, football and baseball stadiums, dog races, casinos (we haven’t played), mariachi bands and a lot of live music, quinceañera celebrations, winery, vineyards, churches, houses of captured narco bosses, sunsets, museums, seals, me trying a free fall slide and an aerotrim because god knows I have never missed a chance to try something with either heights or hanging from something.
What have we tried to learn: dance salsa, prepare sope, break piñatas, find sea shells hidden in the sand…
Cuisine: A lotlotlotlot of food! Breakfasts were as big as my usual lunches, and so were dinners, while every lunch was like my two lunches! If I had stayed a bit longer, I would have probably looked like a Micheline Man? Although the meals were delicious (except being super-spicy for my tastes), I was amazed with the choice of natural juices, smoothies, ice creams, sorbets and fruits in general. My favourite taste was of a soursop (guanabana), usually described as “a combination of strawberry and pineapple, with sour citrus flavour notes contrasting with an underlying creamy texture reminiscent of coconut or banana”. Who wouldn’t like it!

Social projects: we cleaned a beach (cleaning has never been easier with such a beautiful view like we had), and we volunteered with preparing and serving food in two public kitchens (mostly for deported or failed wannabe immigrants from Central America to the USA) and some of us fed and played with dogs from an asylum.
Hosts: I have changed 7 houses, where they had all together 7 dogs. Although sometimes at home I forget that I am afraid of dogs, with these mostly outdoor and mostly not so trained, but very playful dogs, it wasn’t easy. Dogs aside – Karen, Luis Miguel, Sofia, Ana Cristina, Alex and Dennise were quite welcoming hosts! The biggest couchsurfing surprise were Rotarians Blanca and Juan Rafael, who are both retired and not so good in English, but their hospitability overshadowed both age and language difference!
RAC meetings: They seemed to be much more efficient than European ones. Firstly, there are more serious (flag salutes, reciting the rules, “a judge” in charge for order etc.), but they are also more entertaining than ours. All members get a nickname, and since the four travellers (Los Trippers) didn’t have one, we became Tequilini, Gamesa, Chokorol and I was the only one with a nickname not inspired with food and beverages – Televisa!
Also, we have got all kinds of regalia and memorabilia, T-shirts, caps, pillows, card holders, pins, badges, fanions, sunglasses, bags and even shot glasses with our logo.
Viva Mexico!: As my last hosts tought me, this exclamation is used in all the cases when things don’t work as they should, but in a Mexican way. From sloppy construction work over delayed buses to corruption. Viva Mexico!
A surprise trip: While we had thought we were going to spend a few hours at the airport, Ismail (with great help of his dad who served us both as a driver and a guide) organized us a suprise trip to Mexico City, which was over 2000km from our final destination! An amazingly efficient sightseeing tour was divided in two by a delicious breakfast in one of the most beautiful premises I have ever seen, Casa de los Azulejos.
Weird stuff: Barbed wire, barbed wire everywhere! Every house and every private property has all kinds of barbed wires, spikes and glass shards to prevent burglars. The other weird thing are big cars and a lot of cars. It seems that every decent family has three cars, of which at least two are pick-ups or full size SUVs. Finally, I can’t miss mentioning policemen, soldiers and marines in search for drugs and drug dealers. Many of them have a full combat equipment and long guns and they ride around while standing in their light trucks. Our car was also stopped for a search, which I used as an opportunity for a photo.
Switzerland and wooden clogs: Every time I would say Sweden, people would answer “Switzerland” or ask if I speak French or German. Also, I have learned that Dutch wooden clogs (klompen) are for some reason called “Zwedes” (zuecos) and some were really disappointed after hearing that clogs are not really so Swedish (even if they exist here too).

To sum it up, we have learned that Mexico is not only tequila, cactus and sombrero. Mexico is also mezcal, chili and mariachi… no, wait. Mexico is a huge country and hard to get to know in two weeks or describe it in a few sentences. Maybe I haven’t found my evil twin or discovered my rich grandmother (damn Televisa!), but thanks to everyone who made a sacrifice to share a bit of their homeland with us, this trip won’t be easily forgotten.

Siberian adventure – discover the real winter

Some years ago, I met Johanna, who told me a story about an amazing trip through Siberia. I wondered what was wrong with her and why would anyone choose such vacations? Little did I know then that my urge of getting out of my comfort zone is stronger than me. So, I, born and raised in the area of REST (Rotaract European Sailing Trip), have found myself buying tickets to the area with daily mean temperature of -20 C.  Two weeks before the trip, there was -33C. I realised I don’t even have clothes for that adventure, so I got ski trousers from my colleague’s son, borrowed ski gloves from my flatmate, bought my first set of merino wool underwear on “mellandagsrea” (big sales time after Christmas) and ordered no less than 40 heat packs recommended by Swedish hunters.
Of course I am ready for an adventure with 7 unknown “trippers” and god knows how many unknown organizers. It’s Rotaract, what can go wrong?
I meet the first fellow adventurer at Moscow airport. Sophie from Denmark comes in a mink coat and seal gloves. I guess that’s these cultural differences between Sweden and Denmark. We are the first to arrive to Omsk. The whole RAC club is waiting for us at 4am, dressed in traditional boots, with ushankas on their heads and votka in their hands. They also have a giantic fur coat and a traditional scarf, both for heating us and posing. They feed us with pancakes and lard, while we wait for the others.
Impressions from Omsk:
Ice climbing, OmskJosip Broz Tito Street? It’s hard to find these even in Croatia. I learned that he had lived there a hundred years ago. “At one point, police searched the train looking for an escaped POW, but were deceived by Broz’s fluent Russian.”, says Wikipedia?
Fluent Russian? From the moment I translated a word for a pine cone from Russian to English, I was considered less or more fluent in Russian. My extensive knowledge of Croatian dialects, general curiosity for other Slavic languages and passion for poetry finally comes to some use. I am not translating, I am solving a logical puzzle.
Grandpa Frost? I see this guy for the first time since 1990. I got a chocolate Santa, not bad.
Pokrovka? Pokrovka is a time machine. When I say “a time machine”, I mean a village nearby, where they sing and dance traditional folk songs, and where there is no Uber, but there is a horse-ridden sleigh!Clubbing? Still tired after a New Year’s party and two long flights, I decided to stay with Omsk girls. One of them is a doctor, bacteriologist, who also works as a masseuse and no less than an ice climbing instructor. While she is telling me that, she is knitting a sweater with a complicated pattern for her friend. She is also the one who cooked delicious soups for us. This reminds me of my Swedish job interviews where they called me restless for having one job and two hobbies. (?!)
Ice climbing? I like heights and I like climbing, but I discovered that I hate ice! I’d rather climb with my own nails than with ice picks! It looked so cool from the ground, but it’s obviously not for me.
But what’s for me? Ex-gulag. Ok, an ex- gulag featuring monastery. Also having hot springs. You just have to get naked on -20C, and getting dressed is even slower, but the part in between is quite nice. Not to mention banya (Russian sauna) afterwards. Nirvana!
Memories from Novosibirsk:
Academic Town: Everyone is equal in communism, except some. That’s why they made Akademgorodok, a priviledged area for scientists. We get to see BINP, Russian equvivalent of CERN. All physicist of the world look the same, or better said, it would be easier for me to guess that our guides are physcists than that they are Russians. They called them capitalists during communism, because they also have commercial products for the world market, and now they call them communist, because the industrial part shares the profit with the scientific part.
Queues: A language teacher in local high school moans after communism, because she got a free education of high quality. But an engineer from the audience does not agree. The education was not so good, and how comes she forgot the queues, he asks. “I spent at least 10 000 hourse queuing!”. I inform him about my favourite board game The Queue, also called “communist monopoly”, produced by a Polish history institute. I found a priceless fact, Russian consumer protection agency tried to forbid The Queue on the market.
Christmas and striptease: Our Christmas Eve is classy, we watch “Sleeping Beauty” in Novosibirsk Ballet Theater. Later we go to a club, where they also have a striptease show, which is not a big deal in Russia. There are more girls than guys in the club. I find the show absolutely hilarious, specially considering it’s Christmas. But it seems no one really cares about Christmas. A church choir where we sneaked in sang like angels, but the church was not that full.
Language reform and Neverland: Russian seems easy to learn, but I don’t get the point of having special characters for -yo, -ya, -ye, and why are there two different Ys? I propose a reform, but Alexandr is equally thrilled as Swedes are thrilled with my proposal for eliminating c, z, x, w and q. Alexandr is from the Far East. The Far East sounds like Peter Pan’s Neverland. Is it even real? When I mention that back in Sweden, it seems that Swedes don’t even know what’s that Fjärran Östern.
Divination: Shadows and wax told me something valuable from my past is coming back. I wonder.
Speechless? Not me. Except when there are Christmas presents waiting for me the under a Christmas tree and there is a Rotaract band singing songs dedicated only to our Siberian adventure and we get all these nice cards and a jar of pine cone marmelade and cookies and tea and all kind of knick-knackery and wait did I say Christmas was not important?
Athmosphere of Kemerovo:
Coal: Kemerovo could also be
called Coal City, or for my South Slavic readers – Ćumurovo. The smallest and the youngest, it has “only” 0,6 million people. Everyone’s father is a coal miner. That’s why we go to an artificial coal mine which is both interesting and sad, because coal mining seems like a horrible job, although much easier and safer today than a hundred years ago, when they used lamps called “May-God-Help-Us” due to their flammable characteristics.
DJ – unlike in snobbish clubs of Stockholm, where DJs behave like the visitors are there to see holy DJs, the DJ in “Huka Haus” adapted his music to the people on the dance floor. From hip-hop to bachata, all of us 8 adventurers from Argentina to Australia seemed to be quite happy.
The snowman, the lynx and the rabbit, or one Rotaractor and her family who got dressed to guide us through our Taiga adventure. All of sudden I play hockey with brooms, I walk on stilts for the first time in my life, and run a sack race! Quite an inspiring family!
Dog sled: Huskies are beautiful, but don’t understand any commands. I just hold on tight and smile for the picture in the end!
Balalaika and wooden spoons: We got an amazing workshop of traditional Russian music. I played two wooden spoons, it was a safe option.
Flavour of Krasnoyarsk:
unnamedNail hammering: We pay 200 rubles to participate in a nail hammering competition. There is a big trunk in the middle of a barber shop feat. a club (it seems that hipsterism is a thing in Russia too). Russians win in all the rounds and also the whole tournament. But we don’t care because all the collected money goes to a transfer home.
Transfer home: It’s a place for minors who just lost their guardians, before they get placed in a foster home, foster family or back to their parents. Now it’s 16 of them, before they used to have over 60. The teachers give us a task to make a story about a sad snowflake, but we make a play on the spot. I’m a sad snowflake, and why am I sad? Because I fell in love with a kangaroo from Australia! The problem is solved when my parents send me to Australia, where I get special cooling in the pocket of my beloved kangaroo. It seems kids liked the story.
Christmas Carols: They call them Kolyade, which reminds me of a Croatian word for slaughtering, but we are in a local library. After someone mentions “kolende”, I can finally translate it to Christmas carols. Who has to sing? Children and “foreigners”! But also dance, play, hop and jump.
Stolby national park: Anatoliy is eager to show us all the beauties of Stolby. That’s why we have to march for 15 kilometers around, freeze and sweat. While I am climbing on all fours to the top, he screams “You can do it, you are a Slav!”. I feel more like a slave, but everything for a cool photo. Later we get tiny “butt-patch” sleds to go back. Seems entertaining, except it’s a natural path full of stones and trees.
Drumming in yurta: Artem takes us to a hippy club in a traditional Mongolian yurt  where we sit on cushions and drink tea, but then an eager guy comes to the scene, throws to everyone in the audience some kind of a drum or a rattle, with some weird horns which we mostly don’t know how to blow in. He is a composer and a conductor in one, and we are all drumming, clinging, clapping and rat-a-tating like we were born for this. Some compositions remind me of Kries’ Zumba. I wish to stay forever, but my flight is soon and sadly, I have to leave.
In the airplane, I contemplate about the trip. There are so many souvenirs in my suitcase and so many details I haven’t mention here, doll making, cooking dumplings, drinking sea buckthorn juice, a luge in an ice city, reading my poetry for a local art project and being interviewed by various journalists. Sharing Rotaract experiences, learning about each other’s social projects and me promoting E.R.I.C and our magazine. From delicious soups, to being called a “foreigner” which brings you a privilege of parking in front of theaters and even free souvenirs, over surprising Siberian punctuality and logistics? The air is cold, but the hearts are warm. Maybe because they don’t save on heating?


Rotaracting around




  • RIS Västerås (SE)
  • pre-EUCO San Marino, EUCO Milan (SM, IT)
  • German trip (DE)
  • Medicon Beirut (LB)
  • 2230 conference Krakow (PL)
  • REM Athens (GR)
  • Nordact Helsinki (FI)
  • M2R Cyprus (CY)
  • Rotary Institute Madrid (ES)



  • 2452 conference Manama (BH)
  • pre-EUCO Ghent & Bruges, EUCO Antwerp (BE)
  • RIS Sundsvall (SE)
  • Balkanact, Ohrid (MK)