Its been a while since this blog was last updated so its is with much pleasure I return. Furthermore, since the post of my first video my email and facebook have been flooded by supportive fans demanding another video. I am thankful for your kind words and I beg forgiveness of those whose emails have yet to been answered, there are simply to many and to little time. I hope that I can best show my gratitude by announcing that I have indeed not only released my second video but hope to soon follow it with a 3rd and 4th! Enjoy my journey to Suzdal.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JJOnml7fuAg

Overlook from Избетси Сабор

   Избетски Сабор

    Me and Ruslan in the park near my house 

 No Blog of Tyson's would be complete without mushrooms

 Good affordable food for the Proletariat 

 I Have no idea 

 Celebrating my host mother, Oksana's (center, black shirt), birthday at a delicious Uzbek restaurant were I won us an extra pot of wine in a dice game. 

 Cool little hole in the wall cafe in Vladimir. 

 Me and Maxin, Vladimir's very own Washington Capital's super fan. 

Here's A link to my 1st ever video. Tyson's Trip to the RUSSIAN DachA!   https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cHw-qt3SiBo

2 members of my host family; Oxsana and her son Ruslov along with some pictures of the beautiful city of Vladimir

 The Golden Gates

 The American Home

 Ispensky Sabor (Cathedral)

Captains Log

August 5th, 2015 

Windspeed: Full Open, Status: Squished, Mood: annoyed 

The day has finally come and I have begun my journey. After a brief stay in the Capital I have today departed on the real start of my travels. My airship departed form the great capital port of Dullas which is large enough to accommodate the great ships which are needed to cross the ocean. Security measures which have been strict ever since the infamous hijackings several years ago and seemed to take a life time. I felt saturated by the heat and smells of hundreds of people as I stood in line but then I began to hear the multitudes of languages been spoken and saw the diversity of those who stood beside me. A bit of the fascination and excitement began to seep into my soul making the wait much more pleasant then it would have been otherwise. Finally through, I made my way to my dock just as they began to take on passengers. I then decided to recreate my experience of a musical takeoff since I had found it so enjoyable last time, and we drifted into the sky just as the countdown David Bowie’s masterpiece ‘Ground Control to Major Tom’ reached One. 

Captian's Log 

August 2nd, 2015

Wind: Fully opened, Temperature 65 F, Status: Cramped 

I must must first apologize for my negligence of these past few weeks as I confess I have been quite distracted. After completing my training, I was given a personal leave and have spent it with my loved ones. I first traveled eastwards with my family, to the region know as Quebec where the natives speak in a strange and guttural tongue. I met my dearest Mary there and naturally, this led to the neglect of my log, but I trust that this will adequately excuse me. Now the day has finally arrived and I have once again found the time to write in the confines of the airship that will take my on the first leg of my journey. My travels began early this morning with a most memorable departure. I had been playing my gramophone as the airship prepared to take flight and the initial jolt into the air caused to needle to skip resulting in our take off being accompanied by Paul Pott’s rendition of Con Te Partiro (Time to say Goodbye). Whether it was simply luck or судба, I can not think of a more fitting begging.