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Travel Blogs from Krasnoyarsk
... and the like whilst the train is rattling along. Once in the restaurant car we find a space standing and sitting at one of the breakfast type bars as most of the available seats are taken with dinners. Two of the booths have been used as dumping grounds for drinks crates and other stock, not the best use of space for a busy train we feel.
The manager and her waitress are quite cold. The aloof waitress, a million miles from a smile, gives us a menu and proceeds to ignore us for ...
... carriage. They must be army recruits or something, they all have at least one set of camo gear, including smart little cadet type hats; really short hair and are all aged no older than twenty.
I make myself some breakfast of porridge and when I move onto a couple of clementines for afters, I offer them to the lady who shares (I use that word very loosely!) the table with me; hand outstretched, containing the fruit, eyebrows raised in a universal 'do you ...
... are practicing overhead. Either that or a war has started that I'm blissfully unaware of. Monotony and disorientation is setting in. Not sure what time by body is running on and the reading, sleeping, eating routine is actually quite tiring. The view out the window, whilst still white all around, continues to keep me interested though. Russia is ...
... t find anyone.
This, unfortunately, has also led to a lot of divorce!
After our walk along the river, we walked back through the city along
the main roads. It’s a really pleasant walk, as not only is there music playing
all the way up the main road, but there are so many old, wooden houses along
the street for you to look at. We were taken on a really nice drive, past some
look-out points to see a different view of the ...
... knocks me in the head.
When I came in she was shouting at the cook and looked quite angry. But maybe that was just her way. For all I know she could have been describing a lovely holiday she had just been on.
It's been pretty much flat across the route taken so far. But this morning I woke to a more gently undulating landscape, with dark hills of thick pine and beech. Occasional open fields look abandoned with what looks like forest regrowth ...