Best Eastern Hotel Sibir Novosibirsk

... camera taking pictures. Showing extreme signs of Soviet paranoia, they did seem to be satisfied with the show of a passport and a chat to the train attendant &#8211; so long as no more pictures were taken.<br><br>· Had the lovely experience of dealing with a rather intoxicated yet extremely happy Russian bloke named Saffa &#8211; who thought it was hilarious to board the train at around 10pm and terrorise everyone getting ready for ...

... on their train as they tended to drink constantly. We were lucky as the footballers behaved themselves and the rest were just plain sensible. By the last day we had been adopted by our Russian Godfather. He seemed to be looking out for us and would always try to talk with us even though we both knew that we couldn't understand a word. He gave us a couple of chocolate sweeties and then at a stop at eleven at night he bought me an ice cream! It was such a beautiful gesture.<br>

... la belle Irlande, Laura, Man'U, une sacre bande, Encore fallu t'il qu'on s'entende. Au pays de Medvedev et Poutine, On a pedale dans la margarine, On s'est battu comme des fouines, On ne verra pas le pays de Chine. Toute facon, on etait sans visa, La paperasse, c'est trop de tracas, Il convient de maitriser l'art du blabla, Ou bien etre un mechant fils a papa. Aujourd'hui, je suis un peu fatigue ...

... During the night, we spoke to an American who had spent several months in Tomsk (off the tans-sib track) and in the morning some blokes from Uzbekistan. They spoke little English but instantly knew of Man United after telling them where we were from! The train from Novosibirsk to Irkutsk finally came at 10:30am. Considering we hadn't slept alot (or atall in some cases) we slept most of the train ride arriving in Irkutsk on the ...

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... men, high fiving the majority of them...although this was all after alot of vodka. The next day, after drinking all of the vodka on the train we attually found it hard to get hold of anymore as the little shops on the platform were not liecenced to sell it, so in the end we had to settle for a beer called Oxator which was 8%, we soon discovered that the best thing for a hang over was to continue drinking!!

... he was probably trying to scare me into coughing up money. How exactly he knew about me in the first place is peculiar, but the only thing I can think of was that he was deliberately going through the train cars looking for foreigners (and asking each conductor for info). What a prick! The last thing I'm going to do is grease some dodgy official for some trumped-up "infraction." Been there, done that, not gonna be tricked into it again. With the law now much more in my ...

... couldn't get a ticket from Irkust to Ulaanbaatar none of the days ... It was a worried day, the only interesting thing was the food we bought during the stops. and the people we could see in the train stations: Monday 20-08 At 8.30 am Fernando woke up to see Lake Baikal while it ...

... like Nizhny Novogrod, Omsk and Novosibirsk. But seen so little of them. Perhaps because it was in the dead of night. Perhaps a degree of nonchalance at another industrial landscape. The real pleasure was being on that train in its own time zone and sealed against the horrors of the outside temperature. Our destination was Irkutsk. I know of no other friend nor acquaintance, present company excluded, who has been there. Next ; Irkutsk , Ice capital.

... from France and a comedian from Alaska. We are rather lucky to have a compartment to ourselves and it becomes useful as a select venue for afternoon drinks. For the French couple are not so fortunate, having to tolerate the company of Russian soldiers in theirs. Who are drunk 24 hours a day. Looks like they've drawn the short straw. The time zone on the train remains as Moscow time. This is a peculiar thing ...