This was my first cold night ever in a chum in the Yamal tundra. It’s a story of ‘lesson learned’ early on in my fieldwork practice, that you need not only to be keen to participate in people’s life, but also be a good observer for the details. The price I had to pay for this in the end was a fever:(
Here are some photos from that day
after a sleepless night, with high temperature, I still couldn’t hold back and had to participate in the slaughterHe was the guy with whom I swapped the sleeping bag for a yagushka at night. In the rain he was wearing a parka made of Darnit, the material which you use for road construction between the pebbles and the sand.
From the trading post Portsy Yakha to the camp site we needed to cross the riverafter a sleepless night, with high temperature, I still couldn’t hold back and had to participate in the slaughterHe was the guy with whom I swapped the sleeping bag for a yagushka at night. In the rain he was wearing a parka made of Darnit, the material which you use for road construction between the pebbles and the sand.