A self-published travelogue from an Australian travelling the Trans-Siberian Railway, the longest in the world, to view the total solar eclipse in outback Russia. The author, along with his two Australian companions stop off at cities on the way, using couch surfer to stay with locals on the way.
Being self-published there are obviously plenty of typos but no absolute howlers, meanwhile at one point Fletcher says he is unable to describe a feeling he has upon seeing something; it is the author's job to describe something, no matter how difficult, and lessened my enjoyment of his narrative.
The other issue is that apparently every Russian woman the author meets is stunningly beautiful. Surely he could have included photographic proof to support this bold claim.… (mer)
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Being self-published there are obviously plenty of typos but no absolute howlers, meanwhile at one point Fletcher says he is unable to describe a feeling he has upon seeing something; it is the author's job to describe something, no matter how difficult, and lessened my enjoyment of his narrative.
The other issue is that apparently every Russian woman the author meets is stunningly beautiful. Surely he could have included photographic proof to support this bold claim.… (mer)