Abdullah my chance encounter off the Trans-Siberian Rail at Lake Baikal (MFB)
LAKE BAIKAL - Plopped on the pebbled shore between army men and their mothers bathing in the sun, I chewed on my freshwater delight. While I was lunching, a man perched on a dock a few meters away watched curiously. Putting the gutted fish aside, I snapped a shot of his silhouette, an action that prompted his approach.
Blond and blue-eyed, Abdullah is not the typical image of a devout Muslim. But this didn’t faze me. He spoke no English but after he noticed the Jordanian and Yemeni flags sewn onto my backpack, we spoke with the little Arabic he knew and the little Russian I collected thus far.
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