I love places like this, basically Orwellian. Thus far Russian cities have absolutely lived up to the stereotype of dour sullen greyscapes. I suspect a Russian would feel the same about East Oakland.
So right now I’m in the middle of south central Siberia. It’s vast. In all Russia has 11 time zones.
I met a rider from China. Interestingly, he couldn’t get into the EU without a Visa, and I couldn’t get into China without a Visa, but here we were meeting in a gas station on a Russian highway. I like that.