Again long break in writing. Well... sometimes I just don't feel like there's anything very interesting happening and on the other hand when something is, it's hard to put it into words and describe. Anyway, I did some minor trips since the last one to the Balkans. And again I've proved (or it has been proved) that I really am destined to travel alone.
For me, that 6 days were another attempt to fight my depression. Lack of motivation from other person caused thinking of leaving it all, ending the trip and going back home. That's what recently been going on with my, apparently after visiting ruined Maidan in Kiev, which made me quite depressed, nihilistic and melancholic. Then I realized having travel mate wasn't such a bad idea and it would be nice to meet up again, which we eventually did and continued the journey until reaching Poland.
While alone, I spent almost 3 days talking only Russian (both with the drivers-of course I hitch hiked around if you are still wondering- and CS hosts), visiting some patriotic events, inhaling socialistic air of Belarus (not that I don't like it, I was actually pretty amazed how many Lenin statues and socialism-related street names still exist in Belarus) and eating tons of sour creme.
In general, probably whatever you think of Belarus is far from the reality. It is safe and clean country. Almost no mafia, corruption, thieves etc. Nice roads, far way better than Polish ones. Poor, but kept under good conditions village houses and fences. And great people, who are happy that someone wants to visit their country and are always willing to pick the hitch hiker up even from the most remote areas.
We managed to get to some places related with Polish history and literature, which was my goal on this trip. Switez lake, Bohatyrevici village ("Nad Niemnem"), Orzeszkowa's house, Mickiewicz's house (one of my 3 favourite Polish writers). Of course Belorussians claim these people as their natives, and Polish do the same, but the truth is, that they usually wrote poems or fiction in Polish language. That was probably the most interesting and metaphysical part of the journey (the highlight was meeting an old woman carrying the same last name as the characters from "Nad Niemnem", which in fact I thought was a fictional story, but it turned out it was not).
We also had a bit of a local culture tested personally, when I got invited (at 8 in the morning but postponed to 7 pm) for a beer by two locals. I took my travel mate with me, and we ended up drinking beers in public, got stopped by militia, going to one of the guy's house while the other was taken to the militia station, drinking till 3 am and eating pork fat with raspberry jam. Life's great!