Amaks Safar Hotel
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... a Czech beer. Lying, Russian barmaids. Probably weren't being truthful when they told me I reminded them of Zhames Bond either.
The beer made me sleepy so I had a nap back in the cabin, then with my energy restored I ploughed through a few more chapters of Shogun losing myself in 16th Century Japan. At 9.30 in the evening we stopped at Kazan, somewhere I'd heard of only because of the local football ...
... hit or miss as to whether you enjoy it. I look forward to hearing what you all think! My dad was actually the one who inspired me to write the following material. We were talking via skype when I haphazardly mentioned a few of the items below and he encouraged me to add them to my blog. After speaking with him, I was very intentional about jotting down the little things that occur day-to-day. Accordingly, if you like this post, thank my dad, and if you don't like it...blame ...
... t get myself to trample the presenters. I thought I would just wait around and see if they had more. In the process, I struck up a conversation with an elderly couple next to me. They, like I, were trying to figure out why an Egyptian group was in Kazan. We asked one of the dancers and she said that they all lived in Moscow, but that their families were from Egypt, or at least I think. I think the group travels around Russia promoting Egypt and traveling to Egypt. Then the ...
... we headed for a pizza meal which was large enough to take home in a 'doggy bag' for the next days breaky before train number 8 ~ Kazan to Novosibrisk via Yekaterinburg. 43 hrs of *chugger-ti-chug* train chatter. Fingers crossed for some good folk in the compartment. Good bye Miss Piggy and Hotel Famita, rubbish wifi, green rooms (green to disguise the dried bogeys on the walls), towels the size of flannels, one flooding ladies only shower for 12 rooms (couldn't find the ...
... are not very mountainous. As we arrived in Yekaterinburg, we were greeted by our local guide Vadim, who gave us both a big, friendly Russian hug that we still didn't realise existed.
Settling into our soviet style apartment in the centre of Yekaterinburg, we explored the surrounding area on foot, then ventured to the supermarket to purchase some groceries to make a home cooked Russian dinner. That is the thing about being on the road so ...