Siberian Safari Club Hotel
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- Continental Breakfast
- Room service
- Swimming pool
- Free High-Speed Internet
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... in a rather bleak looking soviet apartment block. In the rest of the city we didn't find much to get excited about. Most of the buildings are uninspiring, but we did find the odd interesting church.
However, despite the Siberian cold, our opinions of Krasnoyarsk gradually thawed. The hostel was actually quite nice when we were inside it and they even had a sauna! The manager/owner, like so many Russian people we've met, was ...
... with boiling water. We still had some of the German sausage we bought in Beijing and so chopped this up with the knife from our spork set and mixed it in. To top it all of we borrowed some of Gemma and Kelvin's bottle of mysteriously named 'Flavouring', which looked like soy sauce but literally just had the word Flavouring on the side of the bottle.
Afterwards I reclined in my bunk with a peppermint tea and alternating between reading and writing my diary. As this was ...
... tickets!" They are older, well travelled and from Seattle or surrounding areas. Apart from the two Australians, anyway. I met one half of several of the couples at various stops, they all had a way to talk about England, one opened up with the Olympics, another with their 24 day tour of England. Including Brentford. Obviously. At Ilanskaya I didn't find wifi but next to the station building was a group of shops, and Piwo Baltika got me not just service, ...
... salady stuff, along with some kind of offal. Not knowing, I guess, how to get my attention when I'm writing; she sort of waves a fork near my face :o) then she offers to share her modest meal. I'd love to actually, it looks rather delicious and I am getting hungry, but she has so little that I politely refuse. She shrugs and tucks in herself, insisting that I continue to use the table rather than switching to write in my knees.
I go to bed around 11, more because ...
... mushy peas and a huge serving of butter fried potato wedges with hints of onion which i suspect were left over from a previous dish. All up, quite nice. Washed down with a large beer ... All for R640 or $21.
By now my hammered Russian had been half carried back to his compartment barely conscious. So I retired to my compartment to read some more, watch a movie and fall asleep to the rocking of the train .... Until the banging ...