Anyway, all that was really Thursday 19th
April. We went to bed late and got up early, 6.40am. Breakfast was at 8.30; brown
bread, unpalatable yoghurt, and three fried eggs in a metal dish. I sat with
the Milehams and somebody else who might have been Adrianne. And it was. [I should have mentioned yesterday
that Khabarovsk is 8531 kilometres from Moscow. Nahodka is a further 907km]
Lunch was at 1.30 and we had beef patty and chips, bread and soda water
to drink. At this stage of my life (a day later) I can’t hazard a guess as to
whom I saw with, even if it was David Withell and perhaps David Taylor. Dinner
at 7.00 was battered fish and chips with a mysterious concoction of a fruit
drink that had “preserved” fruit floating around in it – this made it look like
some laboratory specimen.
Actually, I don’t think I ever sat with Davids W and T at a meal on this
train. One of the meals started at a stop, and I did sit with Anne Howard,
Graham McInnes and John Basely. Things like meal remembrance are getting mixed
up.
The dining car is four carriages hence towards the front end of the
train. To get to it, one has to pass through soft class (two berth
compartments), a car full of us and other foreigners, and a car full of
Russians.
A
lot of people crashed out during the day, but I couldn’t because other people
were using the compartment.
I
beat Deidre 3-2 at Backgammon, played chess on a computer game and played 500 a
lot. Also took lots of photos from the windows and outside when the opportunity
arose.
Another thing – in the earlier part of the journey we passed a lot of
what can only be described as burning off.
One
of the stops at night on this Thursday night was really right luvly, ‘cos thar
blowed a flurry of snow. Nay, several flurries of snow. We got out in the more
than slight cold breeze and had a run around, being stung in the eyes by
snowflakes. It was great fun. This storm presaged the scene for tomorrow’s
scenery – namely, a lot of snow.
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| A station along the route (Zima), which we will pass through on the 23rd. (by Jim Linwood) |
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