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... all that you can do - you share your space, nods and cups of tea with the passengers around you but it's difficult to find out much more about where they are travelling to and why. This can make for some interesting games of charades and some even more interesting exchanges of food. The young oil worker opposite us for the first 24 hours insisted we accept some of the squeezable sour cream he had brought with him (a culinary travel ...
... journey of the trip Gemma broke out the Uno and we had a couple of games, which Wendy somehow won. The others then went for a drink in the dining car but after the long day and filling meal I fell asleep in my bunk listening to On The Steps of Central Asia by Borodin.
I have no idea where the train was when I fell asleep but according to the timetable we were in Krasnoyarsk at three in the morning so I've decided that is where this blog entry will show up on the map.
"Oh! Look the Lion has been ‘Speyed’," she says! (See Photo). Not bad I thought!!
Caught the advised number bus on a very misty peak hour morning but as we crossed the river we realized it was going the wrong way (Déjà vu)! Got off, consulted all oracles (GPS devices) and crossed the road to get the same number bus back again. Tracked our progress on GPS and got off within ‘reasonable’ ...
... s not long before we are chatting and cracking jokes with our new friends, it turns out that they have been on the train since Moscow and have experienced some odd Russians too as well as having to negotiate with the dragon (we now call the provanista) when they were originally separated. Because of the previous experiences it is not long before they express their delight and relief in having us as their partners to which we exchange our agreement. We chat till about 2am as both P and A ...
... of the carriage.
So when I wander into the carriage that will be my home for the next four nights and three days I'm greeted by the chorus of snuffles and snores off fifty fellow passengers. I duck to dodge a bare foot sticking out of an upper berth as I make my way down to my own berth. Number 23 is fortunately a bottom bunk, meaning no awkwardness if the person below won't let me sit on his bed (you can't sit up straight up top).