Hilton Garden Inn Perm
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... for tomorrow's probably lonely 240 km stretch.
By the way, the scenery of flat stretches has changed very much to up and down.
This must be the " Pre Ural" hills, which I will cross after leaving Yekaterinburg.
This hills won't be much higher then a 1000m, for a "Swiss boy" like me, who is trained as a proven Alp climber, probably not much harder then crossing the hills in the "Emmental".
Who knows, could be wrong, anyway find out ...
... train ride, and, they were good at it. They made several trps back and forth between berths, most times bringing back dried fruit or candy to offer. It was some time in the early evening that Sergei, during one of these trips, returned with a deck of playing cards. We all sat around the small table in my berth as they tried to teach me a Russian card game. Their lesson was to very little avail, but I pretended to understand. This was an effective strategy until the stakes were ...
... We had dinner in front of the Olympics. The first T-bone steak I had eaten for months was good, but not a match on Vince's New England meat trays!
Next morning we walked around the city. It was cold and during the walk it began to snow. The night before Mikhail had shown us the beginnnig of the Green Line walking tour of the city. This route showcases the historic buildings and sites of central Perm. It is marked by a green line ...
... we can open about 6 inches. However, once installed, the temperature began to rise and the inability to have two people moving in at a cabin at once became a little tedious. The bathroom is basic to say the least, consisting of a steel loo pan with a direct hole down to the track and small sink with a tap that you have to push to get any water out. Taking any kind of wash has been interesting from a simple wet towel wash, but after ...
... for probably the last 80 years. Even today, when we stopped for morning coffee beside a field of peas, don’t know what type of peas, but peas none the less, the field was littered with plastic bottles tossed there by people like us stopping for a break along the highway. I must point out that my humans leave none of their rubbish strewn about, they always keep it until they can find a rubbish bin some place.
© Lynette Regan June 13th ...