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<\/a><\/p>\nThis morning we ended up finding it not far from the market where we had purchased our jackets, at very cheap people\u2019s cafeteria-type restaurant.<\/p>\n
I loaded up my tray with a few salads and some stuffed meat pies, Scott loaded his with a giant flaky Somsa, a plate of Gretchka and a cheese covered pork chop, and we headed to the register.<\/p>\n A few rubles later we were digging in to some real down home Siberian fare, eating hungrily under the watchful eye of none of other than Lenin himself.<\/p>\n Finished with our meal, we headed out, and it was only about a block away that I realized I\u2019d left my backpack in the restaurant. I sprinted back to grab it, considering it contained my computer, camera and the like, and finding that, once again, my enchanted backpack<\/a> refused to disappear. The owner of the restaurant was waiting with it in his arms, smiling at me. \u201cI thought you would return soon,\u201d he said handing the thing to me and grinning.<\/p>\n I hustled to catch up with Scott who was busy photographing more fantastic Russian graffiti, this one no doubt talking about the massive privatization of previously public assets<\/a> that took place during Glasnost<\/a> and the fall of the Soviet Union.<\/p>\n We headed back to the 31B-Baker-street-style traveler\u2019s coffee, and worked furiously on correspondence for the next few hours before the call of the open road started calling our names and we returned to street level.<\/p>\n Our plan, if we could harness enough daylight still, was to ride all the way out to the Krasnoyarsk Hydroelectric Station.\u00a0 It was a particularly famous power station in Russia, playing a starring role on the 10 Ruble note.<\/p>\n So we headed back onto that river-side path, figuring that if we followed it far enough up river, we would undoubtedly eventually reach the dam. And so we rode on, past some magnificent railway bridges, eventually rejoining traffic on a smaller side road, which seemed to be leading us into a heavy industrial sector of town.<\/p>\n Try as we might, we couldn\u2019t seem to keep near the river. The road just kept turning away and heading up hill. If we took the road which kept us closest to the water, we continually ended up in this rotting wooden village filled with barking dogs and very hard to traverse steep gravel roads. We tried once to find a passage through that village, and giving up when the road that we were on petered out into garden plots and guard dogs, we headed back down, teeth rattling in our skulls as we went over giant stones and potholes.<\/p>\n We tried another road which led us into a giant freight rail yard. This seemed promising, but soon that road too petered out. We spotted a group of pedestrians heading up a set of rusting metal stairs and decided to follow suit.<\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/p>\n