This is how we roll on the Transsiberian Railway!
Oh look, another monastery in Russia. Yep. This is Leavitt and I in Moscow. Doing the Moscow tourist thing.
My new travel BFFs photo-opping in Moscow. Oh uh, sorry Leavitt.
Nat, me and Leavitt are at the Asia-Europe border. Two continents at once!
Leavitt and I are getting our inner-Soviet on with some military action. Lets be honest, it got boring standing and smiling for the camera.
Our latest song installment. I made up a song about the Aussie's traveling with us and how they are really drug runners and not tourists. Ha! Like we would fall for that story!
Leavitt and I run with all our might, mind and strength into the 42 degreed coldness of Lake Baikal. Every limb froze, but according to local lore, I now tacked on 20 years to my life.
Hitting the road in Lake Baikal, Russia. I've got my stuffed animal and ukulele strapped to my back-- the warmth before the cold swim in the lake.
One of our Mongolian modes of transport. I named him "Alpha"-- he was the alpha horse of the group and would not be any horse's second.
Leavitt testing her lungs, while I am testing out my ears on a Mongolian horn.
Our view from the Gobi Desert. Lots of um, well, err-- this.
This is how we roll on the Transsiberian Railway!
Oh look, another monastery in Russia. Yep. This is Leavitt and I in Moscow. Doing the Moscow tourist thing.
My new travel BFFs photo-opping in Moscow. Oh uh, sorry Leavitt.
Nat, me and Leavitt are at the Asia-Europe border. Two continents at once!
Leavitt and I are getting our inner-Soviet on with some military action. Lets be honest, it got boring standing and smiling for the camera.
Our latest song installment. I made up a song about the Aussie's traveling with us and how they are really drug runners and not tourists. Ha! Like we would fall for that story!
Leavitt and I run with all our might, mind and strength into the 42 degreed coldness of Lake Baikal. Every limb froze, but according to local lore, I now tacked on 20 years to my life.
Hitting the road in Lake Baikal, Russia. I've got my stuffed animal and ukulele strapped to my back-- the warmth before the cold swim in the lake.
One of our Mongolian modes of transport. I named him "Alpha"-- he was the alpha horse of the group and would not be any horse's second.
Leavitt testing her lungs, while I am testing out my ears on a Mongolian horn.
Our view from the Gobi Desert. Lots of um, well, err-- this.
