It all started from Nalchik , feeling born again, my heart racing, seeing the glorious mountains of the Caucasus, tempting me to conquer them . Becoming a climber I was now one with Mother Earth's beauty,
Show more the love of Mother nature's landscapes . My journey continued to Zelenograd, Moscow, where I started my medical career, graduated medical college. It was at this time my very first kiss, yes, a little late , but one which I will always remember. I even picked up a guitar, as more emotions and my soul opening up to the world. My trek would continue to cities of the Golden ring of Russia , Rostov Veliky, Yaroslavl, Vladimir, Bogolyubovo, Gus-Khrustalny, Murom, Uglich. Then I gave my life to the military, joining the Russian Armed Forces, during which I entered the Medical University in Moscow. I got my first, something I really loved, the field of medicine, and at the same time, love found me for the very first time, I had fallen in love, but my heart and love broke soon after...Such is life. I needed an escape, even for a short time ~ I took a big gamble, a risk and headed for war torn Donetsk ! Have I lost my mind, what was I thinking . Was it faith, destiny . Something was pulling me. A new chapter in my life started, it was a clear and mild day on February, 14th 2015 in the "City of Roses". Motorcycle Diaries, the story about our hero Che Guevara, I believe I was following the same path, working in the medical field and helping all those poor souls affected by the war. Four years of my life I had given to the city of Roses. It was time to go once again, and now I dreamed of the far east, was it dreams, or my body covered in a mystical road map. India was the destination but was shattered by Big Brother watching over us. Sad,,sad because the world should be free to roam and not controlled by the elite. My adventure of hitchhiking was stopped due to documents, a violation to the free world, a violation to Mother Earth. So, backpack in hand, I decided to head out to the pearl of Russia , Crimea ! Hit the open road and feeling alive again. travel is in my blood, I guess you can call me a Journeyman. Then it was onto St. Petersburg, my final destination, for now . And so, here I am, what will happen, how long will I stay or that urge to move on again? It's a good question. Time will tell. I finally noticed I often leave cities, towns for others ones. Why? Maybe I prefer to travel? Maybe it's in my blood, my mystical road map. Maybe a true Mother nature's Son. It might be, who knows? ~ Journeyman Stan Potapenko