Country Roads Take Me to Siberia
Oh how I've been skipping in Siberia...
Party train good times.
Me and my new friend Gleb on the train
Amanda and our new friend Gleb on the train from St. Petersburg to Moscow.
Siberian Village of Kolasovo
Tomsk is known for its old wooden homes:
Inside view of the train.
A view from the train - somewhere in Siberia
Well we're still in Siberia.
We took a train to Taiga and we would have had to wait two more days to catch a train to UB, Mongolia. We decided to chance it and jump on another night train headed east. We ended up in Krasnarsk. No tickets to Mongolia from there either. So we spent an afternoon at the train station - and any place within walking distance and then we got on yet another night train headed east. This time, destination Irkusk. But I have in my hand (not literally, of course, that would be awkward, I'm typing) but Amanda and I managed to communicate enough broken Russian to get tickets for us out of Russia. Gorgeous. We leave for Mongolia on another night train tonight.
The landscape over the past twenty hours of travel has changed dramatically - peaceful green hills, valleys. There's a lot more water - rivers and lakes. It's quite beautiful. The stretch from Irkusk passed Lake Baikal is supposed to be amazing. It's too bad that our train doesn't leave until 8:45 pm. I hope we will be able to catch most of it out of the windows.
But here's been the real problem. Close your eyes if you don't like to talk about poop. I have been horribly ill since Tomsk... I can't eat much anyway, but I have not been able to stomach anything in almost three days - even water leads me to the fancy toilets within minutes. Since I've been trying to write about body, I think this is relevant - I am weak, hungry (whatever that means to me) and although I really want to spend all day in bed, I'm traveling, and I want to enjoy this, so instead I'm exhausted roaming the streets on zero fuel.
And tonight, we jump on the train again for 40 hours. I know that I'm ill because I have actually prefered the silly nastier-than-port-o-potty -quat-style public toilets tthat I need to pay fifty cents to use over the rusty, wooden, pissed-on bumpy toilets on the train. Gross, my friends, gross. I will stop writing about poop now - although I've beem trying to think about all the great writers who have...
Me and my friend Vodka on the train... before the illness began...
I hope (once again) to send my next report from Mongolia.
Until then...
Party train good times.
Me and my new friend Gleb on the train
Amanda and our new friend Gleb on the train from St. Petersburg to Moscow.
Siberian Village of Kolasovo
Tomsk is known for its old wooden homes:
Inside view of the train.
A view from the train - somewhere in Siberia
Well we're still in Siberia.
We took a train to Taiga and we would have had to wait two more days to catch a train to UB, Mongolia. We decided to chance it and jump on another night train headed east. We ended up in Krasnarsk. No tickets to Mongolia from there either. So we spent an afternoon at the train station - and any place within walking distance and then we got on yet another night train headed east. This time, destination Irkusk. But I have in my hand (not literally, of course, that would be awkward, I'm typing) but Amanda and I managed to communicate enough broken Russian to get tickets for us out of Russia. Gorgeous. We leave for Mongolia on another night train tonight.
The landscape over the past twenty hours of travel has changed dramatically - peaceful green hills, valleys. There's a lot more water - rivers and lakes. It's quite beautiful. The stretch from Irkusk passed Lake Baikal is supposed to be amazing. It's too bad that our train doesn't leave until 8:45 pm. I hope we will be able to catch most of it out of the windows.
But here's been the real problem. Close your eyes if you don't like to talk about poop. I have been horribly ill since Tomsk... I can't eat much anyway, but I have not been able to stomach anything in almost three days - even water leads me to the fancy toilets within minutes. Since I've been trying to write about body, I think this is relevant - I am weak, hungry (whatever that means to me) and although I really want to spend all day in bed, I'm traveling, and I want to enjoy this, so instead I'm exhausted roaming the streets on zero fuel.
And tonight, we jump on the train again for 40 hours. I know that I'm ill because I have actually prefered the silly nastier-than-port-o-potty -quat-style public toilets tthat I need to pay fifty cents to use over the rusty, wooden, pissed-on bumpy toilets on the train. Gross, my friends, gross. I will stop writing about poop now - although I've beem trying to think about all the great writers who have...
Me and my friend Vodka on the train... before the illness began...
I hope (once again) to send my next report from Mongolia.
Until then...
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