Our first 3rd class train journey

Trip Start Feb 26, 2010
Trip End Feb 26, 2011

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Flag of Russia  , Central Russia,
Monday, March 1, 2010

Today we walked to the 'freak museum' where they have disected babies and all manner of odd things but it was shut, the options for our last morning in St Petersburg were either to see the freak museum or Rasputins preserved 30cm penis. We opted for the former on recommendations from others however the museum was shut because it was Monday. We then left the Soul Kitchen walked to the train station and caught our first 3rd class rail journey to Moscow. I don't think Erica was expecting the 60 people in a compartment no doors and bunk beds. We both felt a little uncomfortable at first with people stopping to look at us like they had never seen foreigners before.  Apparently the Russians are very inquizative people, even the conductor took my book off me to see what I was reading and get a better look at me. We nearly weed ourselves laughing about 4 times and got very worried a few times as well. One woman spoke to us in English and said the conductor was very worried about us and had asked everyone on the train if they spoke English.

I couldn't get into the top bunk as there were no ladders. I ended up standing on a table much to everybodies disgust but I'm now a master of bunk beds having not had a bottom bunk since we arrived.

Arrived in Moscow at 10:15ish and with our lack of understanding of the Crillic alphabet nearly got completely lost on the metro. The English speaking lady from the train however appeared and appeared to have even less of a clue than we did. We spent ages mincing about and I started to loose my temper with her. She kept stroking my legs and shoulders and asking if Erica and I would be together forever. It was all very uncomfortable.

She did however come up with the goods and walked us to our hostel through the snow where she appeared to get lost about 4 times again. We made it here by 11pm though after an 8 hour train journey we were knackered frustrated and had a little bit of Russia lash. Everything is so hard here.

Upon registering at the hostel we found the Erica's migration card has been lost. Cue empty all rucksacks a good dose of the blame game was played. Erica convinced that her loosing her migration card was my fault as I kept telling her not to leave the money bag on display for too long at train stations etc. Then it was the last hostels fault, then mine again, before deciding its the Russian system that is a complete joke. We will see if we can get another tomorrow. Its not the passport or the visa that has been lost just a little slip of paper called a migration slip.

This lady wanted to speak to Erica for ages so I pretended to be asleep in the top bunk.

Erica edit:  Oh god what an horrendous day!!!  The train!!!  Weird just weird.  We got a pillow case, 2 sheets and a horse hair type blanket.  People were swinging from the metal pipes to get on the upper bunks.  We were the freak show this time as everybody wanted to look at us.  The guard was just hilarious and kept walking past and slyly glancing over.  The woman, well she was another matter.  She was about 4 foot nothing and a Buddhist called Vera from Siberia.  She kept hugging us and telling us we were lovely - strange.  I got stuck with her whilst Andrew pretended to sleep, but got chance to pretend to fall asleep myself when she began giving the Russian lady opposite a massage!  
The immigration card was just the icing on the cake.  Will try to get sorted tomorrow. 
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