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... unsweet square doughnut without the hole. Before we boarded it was a steaming plate of meat and potatoes, some chicken, beet and coleslaw salads with grated cheese and sliced sausage plus a couple of beers. Back at the border we had salmon topped with a tomato, onion and cheese crust plus mashed potatoes. Lots of slices of Russian bread.
Siberian food is good.
La piece is a couple of warm, whole smoked Omul fresh out of Lake Baikal ...
... berth cabin as inquisitors once they realise I'm English. "Do you like Putin?" "Are Russian women more beautiful than English women?" "Is English coffee better than Russian coffee?" "Alex Ferguson?" Their disbelief that a Western European would travel this way takes another well-aimed swipe at the Trans-Siberian tourist legend. It's about time I improved my ...
... t see any ale on pump. We also used the toilets in the hotel that had a slightly sleazy light fitting outside the facilities; it was a silhouetted woman in heels leaning over a snooker table, lit from behind. We stopped off for an ice cream in a pleasant little square with some nice fountains and bizarre bronze statues. I had a Mars ice crew, very Western, but Wendy being more immersive in the local history got herself a CCCP ice lolly. We ended up back in the main square, in ...
... getting off at 6:40am (local time). We both set our alarms on our phones but Carol set hers an hour earlier than I did just in case the 1 hour time zone change didn’t change on the alarm clock setting (which it didn’t). As it turned out though our carriage attendant lady woke us up in plenty of time to get sorted out before arriving at Krasnoyarsk.
Monday 21st July
We had learned from experience ...
... down to the efforts of the provanistas - these two clearly lacking in this department!
We find our cabin empty, the other bunks are made but nobody is about, we sit on our empty bunks, waiting, looking at the possessions of our fellow travellers, hunting for clues to an identity. We spot German on book faces, two pairs of shoes, one pair look like an older gents, a kind of beige pimpsol, and a tidy arrangement of snacks... We wait, but so far so good.
After a few ...