The steady and fatiguing tapping of the engine suddenly stopped. The machine roared two more times before the driver shifted into reverse with a loud screech. A steel monster, still remembering the Soviet era, began to go backwards. Our attempts to hold luggage and persevere in a sitting position on the old-fashioned seats failed because of the sudden, swaying movements of our vehicle. For an hour the Russian driver had been making his way through an alleged, barely visible forest road, full of rocks, plowed with stream beds and framed by steep roadsides. Overcoming such obstacles resulted in a thorough mixing of the vehicle’s cargo – people and luggage.