Hi people.
No time right now to write a long post, but just a few observations about Russian trains.
Motherly Babushkas, offering to make you tea, but tutting loudly and wagging fingers when you make noise or are awake after 10 pm.
Thickly smoke filled smoking sections at the end of each carriage, with no ventilation, crammed full of sweaty topless Russian men.
Plump flirtatious train cleaning-girls, speaking no English, who pinch your arm, and drag you protesting to their booth, where they simperingly try to sell you a dubious looking DVD about the trans-Siberian, unrelentingly for 1 hour.
At every station stop, various hawkers and traders, selling ice cold beer, and delicious pastries and freshly picked fruit.
Quiet,childishly young-looking russian soldiers, and their hot-panted girlfriends, who point-blank refuse to share your vodka, despitite all your cajoling. Vodka is not the drik of choice on the trans-Siberian.
All for now. More soon
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