Not actually Tunguska, having earned its fame not least through the X-files, but Tunguda. Which still was close enough for us to make it a mark for pilgrimage. Scenic beauty combined with the Russians' conception of waste management.
And the occasional (well, only every fifteen minutes…) orange Kamaz truck coming over to pick up water for the local road construction. As well as cars upon cars of men coming to fish in the river, asking us for advice. Which we, as vegetarians, were off course unfortunately unable to provide.
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