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Fin: the second leg of the trip comes to an end. What do we think of Sydney, and how many people died during the building of the Harbour Bridge? Click here to find out.

We’ve taken a lot of pictures since February the 4th. Some good, most unspectacular, and a few worth having a look at. Click here to see the top 49.

The truly interesting part of our trip has come to an end, and we’re on a kind of backpacker hiatus in Sydney. Still, SFTGE has had its fair share of readers. Click here to find out how you arrived.

Five months, 15,000 miles, and over 6,000 photos. One fake driving license and a multitude of cockroaches. Countless trains, buses and boats. We must have learned something. Click here to find out what.

Consumer products aren’t built to last and customer support is dead, you say? I disagree, although bringing all of my broken gear to Malaysia might get old. Click here to see how my camera went from dead to living.

Ulan Batar is impossible to spell. Written in Mongolian it’s barely legible to foreign idiots like me, and the rest of the time you spend trying to decide where the double vowels go. Ulaan Baatar is one variation. Ulaan Bataar is another. There are more as well, and none of them give you a really [...]

LOCATION: Good. It’s about ten minutes’ walk from Lake Baikal, albeit at the top of a treacherously slippery hill. It’s about the same distance from the nearest shop, and an irredeemably tacky souvenir market.
INTERNET: No. There doesn’t seem to be any internet access in Listvyanka at all. To get online you’ll need to go to [...]

Massages don’t get more relaxing than when they involve 40-degree heat, two tree branches, and a large Russian to hit you with them. Read on to see how many bones we broke.

Less relaxing afternoon activity, more death-defying white-knuckle ride at the mercy of a pack of dogs that just might change their minds and savage you at any moment. Read on to find out if we needed to trouble our insurance agency. Not that it would have helped.

It’s not all military-industrial complexes and brown ladas, you know. Lake Baikal is outstandingly beautiful; read on to see why it was worth the time on the train.