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Travel Blogs from Krasnoyarsk
... 30 minutes. Each time we try and catch her attention she points an index finger in the air as if to suggest ...1 moment please. This is quite frustrating but also a little amusing to us and some of the other passengers who also notice and suffer our frustrations as they receive the wrong food or poor quality made meals. The waiting time does however give us a chance to explain a few english expressions to Peter such as 'like a bull dog chewing a wasp' and the favourite of the ...
... The lady looks at the mini oranges like I just grabbed a handful of soil and offered it to her, glances at me and shakes her head no. After the same reaction from her daughter (minus the look of disgust) I put the extra fruit away. I think this might be something I have to give up on! The lady hasn't looked at me once throughout the whole day, the daughter has, though only in the curious way that kids do.
One thing I didn't know about third class, is that ...
My first 24 hours. Not a lot to say really. Once again there are very few tourists on board, my carriage has about two other compartments out of a total of 9 occupied, by locals. Some of the passengers have disembarked along the way to be replaced by others.
The rocking of the train is a pleasant experience when sleeping, the banging at the stops is not. I awoke to a loud banging that seemed to start a few meters away and ...
... The next day we went for a
walk in the reserve, with an associate of our friends, which becomes a ski
slope in the winter! It was really beautiful, but in the back of my mind I was
continually thinking that people in this part of the world buy special insurance
against getting bitten by infected ticks. We both felt that our time in
Krasnoyarsk was too short, but days were running out and we had to carry on
moving to the next place..Irkutsk.
... the margins. What I presume to be vetch is flowering patchily across open fields in its bursts of crimson glory. The chest cough lady tells me it's called chai, which is tea in Russian. Staring out the window, a lovely change from the dormitory atmosphere, I am wondering who owns the land across this vast country.
After the delicious soup I ask for something more. Most of what I point to on the menu isn't available. Bus bark lady leans over and helps me with a ...