A few weeks back, I found myself walking on the frozen Ural River a mile or so upriver towards the centre of Atyrau. Not sure if I was walking in Europe or Asia so let’s say I had a slippery foot either side. I went to witness the annual Russian Orthodox baptism ritual. A rectangular hole cut in the ice, with three dunks in the icy water below representing Father, Son and the Holy Ghost. There was a basic wooden changing room alongside, providing minimal relief from the razor sharp wind. The unbelievable ice cold bathing conditions certainly were a case of mind over matter. As far as I could tell if you didn’t mind, it didn’t matter.