Checkpoint.
Here, we entering the area of Chernobyl. I check the fuel reserve and tire repair kit. I don't want to be marooned in the middle of nuclear desert.
Tank must be full, all gas/petrol stations in the area, look like this one.
This is one of the credential control point, that lead into dead zone. Special permission is required to enter the zone of exclusion.
This is where they used to give careless or unlucky visitors a chemical shower.
Each time I pass into the zone, I feel that I have entered an unreal world. In the dead zone, the silence of the villages, roads, and woods seem to tell something at me....something that I strain to hear....something that attracts and repels me both at the same time. It is divinely eerie - like stepping into that Salvador Dali painting with the dripping clocks.
