Last year was one of the toughest: two big moves, intense studying, launching a mobile app, turning thirty, a bunch of broken promises, and a scary existential dead-end. I’ll leave this post here as a warning to my future self. Another New Year in Cyprus The start was legendary: we welcomed t...

The past year was marked by the life of a digital nomad—full of unexpected relocations, travels, and challenges. I’m writing this post mainly for myself: to reflect, process, and clear out some of the clutter from my mind. Cyprus — Three Times Over The year both started and ended in Cyprus. A...

Cyprus isn’t just Larnaca and Ayia Napa. The most interesting things lie far from the beach resorts. Once you’ve had your fill of sunbathing and seafood restaurants, read this post, rent a motor, and hit the road for an off-the-beaten-path adventure. If you’re still in lazy mode, check out the...

This year I visited Cyprus twice, traversed the island in every direction, took tons of photos, and made a million notes. There’s so much information that I’ll have to split it into two posts. The first one — the overview and main cities. The second one — hidden spots and the northern part of the...

I love to hate Yekaterinburg — my ugly hometown in the Urals, right on the border between Europe and Asia. It’s the only place I can suddenly return to, take a bunch of photos, and leave without a hint of regret — fully aware of all the reasons I once left it.

During my 8 months in Asia, I managed to visit Kuala Lumpur, Singapore, and Hong Kong. I didn’t like them. The details have faded, and I don’t really want to remember, so I’ll stick to brief notes and a bunch of stale photos. Kuala Lumpur (Dirtymouthville) We came to Malaysia’s capital on busin...

How I spent 8 months in Thailand and (barely) survived. A no-nonsense guide to the island for travelers and downshifters with a twist. In the summer of 2016, I moved to Phuket chasing a new job and a thirst for change. It’s been over a year since I got back. The nostalgia has mostly faded, and...

After wonderful months in Cyprus (which I still haven’t gotten around to writing about), we returned to Moscow. In February, in these latitudes, you basically have two options: drown yourself in wine or quickly escape somewhere nicer. We went with the latter. But between the arrival and the de...

Almost two years ago, I left my hometown. No matter where I live, its long shadow follows me closely, forcing me to revisit this place with the persistence of a bad dream.

There was a time when I actually knew how to take photos. Nothing fancy or award-winning, of course, and I didn’t get all mathematical about Fibonacci numbers. I just studied Kornbluh, Bresson, Erwin’s work, practiced for hours, and tried to imitate them. Sometimes it turned out decent. Then I...