Years ago (like 30?!) I was on a Tashkent-Moscow Aeroflot flight that landed on a clear winter day in Minsk. All I could see was endless forest — “what’s it like down there?” I wondered. That day we spent about five hours at the Minsk airport until the weather improved in Moscow and we could continue to our planned destination.
This year Ebru, Ferda, and I bought tickets on the daily charter operated by Belavia from Antalya to Minsk. As summer started, we watched the weather with increasing trepidation. Throughout July Belarus and Poland were getting continuous heavy rain, and flood warnings were issued with almost every weather forecast. We arrived around midday on July 30th to partly cloudy skies.
As usual it took too long to go from boxes and bags of equipment to looking like bicycle tourists.
Continue reading