I wake up in the middle of a pine forest. Well, not so much wake up as am woken up at 5 am – very much against my will – by a chorus of songbirds.
My accommodation is a very rustic bungalow, probably close to being half a century old. I think “rickety” might be an appropriate descriptive to describe it. It is not entirely devoid of charm, but that has more to do with its secluded, bucolic setting rather than um, amenities.
While I am usually a creature of earthly comforts, I am forgoing those on this trip. In fact, for the next 17 days I, deliberately, will be anything but comfortable.
This is “an active rest,” as Russians are fond of saying. More accurately, it’s an ass-kicking vacation. You see, for the last 6 months this particular behind has gotten far too comfortable due to a confluence of circumstances and events: busy work life, which kept it moving almost exclusively between the bed, the office chair, and the back seat of a car; second riding accident, which kept it out of the saddle since January; and general laziness, which navigated it to pubs instead of pubs and museums on weekends.
Time to break that streak. This cabin in the woods, with its sparse “furnishings,” no hot water, outdoor shower, minimal natural light, no way to control the cold or the heat, and no internet to even dream of is a good place to start.
My morning alarm clock:
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Linda will have bookmarked this under “tales of horror”…
This is still a very soft preview of what’s coming up for Day 3. Although I have to say, I was REALLY ready to return to my awesome Moscow apartment by the end of the trip, with WiFi, hot showers, big bed…
I can imagine 🙂 I can do cold showers if I have to, but no wifi… that’s tough!
The showers were in a separate “building” and only operational 4-7 pm, when I was always out hiking somewhere. So I had to improvise with water bottles on my porch. I KID YOU NOT. Also bc the water with is with hydrogen sulfide (like in Bath, UK) it smells like mildly rotten eggs. When it runs at all…
I can only imagine YOUR smell after 17 days of that…
You got that right. Jesus Anna, you don’t do things by halves! The no wifi alone would be enough to turn me off 😉
I really needed a jolt of “different” from my Moscow life 🙂
A villa on the beach would have been different too 😉
Hey, I won’t argue with your style either 🙂
Though I had not-quite-a-villa in FL and I got restless!
I never get restless when I have wifi 😉
I have grown to like my comforts too much, I just couldn’t do this. Cold showers maybe, but no showers, noooo!
I bought a LOT of bottled spring water.
Actually the sulfur baths and showers are really good for you. People pay good money for that stuff. It actually made my skin and hair SOOOO soft, much better than in Moscow, and there’s no residual smell at all. But still I couldnt really shower in a sink…had to get creative 🙂
YOU?! Without LUXURY?! Unimaginable but it seems you lived to tell the tale.
Also, I love the idea of an active vacation, though probably in theory more than in practice.
I love that in Russia it’s called ‘activny otdyh,’ which is just on another level conceptually.
Yeah I can rough it with the best of them at the most rustic of dachas, but it helps to have people around. Here I was traveling solo, with no one to split the ‘misery,’ so eventually it kind of did get to me.
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What a wonderful retreat. Mind if I live vicariously throughout these posts? I like your point about comfort working against us at times – too true.
Please, do join me on this adventure! Company always makes it better 🙂
Setting the scene. Rustic – got it. Wait. Veeerrrrry rustic.
Yeah…. started out as a fun ‘roughing it’ experience, and ended with me shivering and craving my Moscow bed.
I spit out my tea in laughter at the title of this – but wow. That really is a “cabin in the woods.” Who doesn’t love roughing it once in a while?
When that “once in a while” turns into “18 DAYS WHAT WAS I THINKING????”…
Well, that just means you’ve hit your quota for the next year or so.
Or ever… I am cool with limiting the “roughing it” part to hiking adventures.
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