The Russian with a Filipino Heart
Tick encephalitis, Lyme disease, Hepatitis A, etc.- these are some of the diseases one might acquire when traveling to Siberia, As a doctor I was apprehensive about travelling to this side of the Earth. The Lonely Planet guidebook which I read thoroughly gave these warnings. Should I really go? I think I shouldn't. But, this is a once in a lifetime experience.
Good that this book also mentioned a contact person- Petr Ishkin, a well-traveled Russian teacher who is proficient in English. So I tried to email him, expecting he would never answer. He must receive hundreds of these requests, why would we bother to respond to mine?
I was requesting him to accompany and guide me through this Siberian rendezvous which brought me from island of Cebu, Philippines to Seoul, Korea, to Ulaanbaatar, Mongolia then to Ulan-ude, Siberia. I was quite surprised when he answered back the next day. After this, we were regularly exchanging emails and then we became Facebook friends.
I learned he spoke more than five languages and has traveled extensively, to almost all the continents. I introduced him to my frantic wife, Grace, who from day one, was uncomfortable with my travel plans. Petr offered so much help from choosing the hotel to my visa applications and advised on where to go and what to visit. Once my wife got to know him, she changed her mind, and half heartedly supported my planned side trip to Siberia.
Upon arrival at the airport in Ulan-ude, I was greeted by a smiling Russian- "Hello, Vicente", I immediately recognized him from the Facebook pics and in a second, all my apprehensions were gone. "I'm so happy to see you Petr", I said. He introduced me to his companion and fellow teacher, Anatoly, who was very quiet at first.
Most Russians I know, especially tourists in our city of Cebu in the Philippines are stoic, taciturn and not too friendly. "Smiling is a sign of weakness for us. Initiative is punishable", he quipped. What a difference from our part of the world, where smiling is a natural gesture and shows respect and hospitality. But this is their culture and character - it is who they are so we should respect it. Maybe because they are colonizers. they feel subservient to no one
The next day, Petr guided me through the city in his own car and took me to museums, churches, theaters, temples, the mountains and even arranged my trip to Lake Baikal for the next day.
Lake Baikal was breathtaking and I felt "peace" while I was standing on its powdery aureate shores. He introduced me to several wonderful people- his co-teachers, his school head, his wife, his friend Gongor and even invited me to talk to some of his students in the Lyceum for the Gifted about my beloved country.
He also invited me to his home for lunch with his charming wife where I had a taste of the Omul- a freshwater salmonid endemic to Lake Baikal and the cranberry-strawberry juice concoction, which he made himself. I learned so much from him about the Russians, the Buryats, Buddhism, Geser, Orthodox churches, the Datsans and about life in general. He was a funny, witty, patient and truly knowledgeable.
My three days stay in Siberia felt short, especially that I was having a blast. Petr drove me to the airport and escorted me to the departure area. He never left my side until the flight was confirmed and I was ready to go.
It was a long wait at the airport before boarding, and sensing that he was tired, told him, "You can go Petr, I'm okay here". "No", he said, "I wanna make sure that I see you leave coz you might be calling back to inform me you haven't left due to some unforeseen circumstance."
How much do I owe you for this trip? He just smiled and wished me a pleasant journey.
In this wonderful, cold city of Ulan Ude, I didn't only find the perfect guide, I found a warm friend.
In this wonderful, cold city of Ulan Ude, I didn't only find the perfect guide, I found a warm friend.
(Rest in Peace, my freind🙏)
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