The Russian portion of the Trans-Mongolian Railway covers over 5600km and 5 time zones. To ride straight through would take nearly a week. The journey took us through vast stretches of untouched Siberian wilderness where it would sometimes be hours between any signs of human settlement. After visiting this area of the world I find it difficult to argue that the earth is getting too crowded. After our longest leg (50 hours) I was glad that we chose to make several stops along the way. We met some people who made the trip straight through and they had the look and smell of drunken derelicts. The particularly long stretches of track made us appreciate the little things in life…taking a shower after 50 hours, eating food that is not just made by adding hot water or being able to piss without the ground swaying under our feet became absolute treats.
We stayed in 4-berth cabins so we normally had 2 additional roommates. Everyone would practice their English skills on us and if they could not speak it they would find someone on the train that could in order to translate. We were repeatedly asked to compare and contrast the U.S. and Russia. One girl happily told us that she loved American music and followed up with, “Do you like Russian music in America?” Not being able to recall a single Russian artist I said, “Sometimes, but we love Russian vodka.”
Another cabin mate of ours, Vladimir, was an older gentleman who was on the train for 5 days after a trip to visit his grandkids. He was amazingly nice yet had body odor that had the same effect on my eyes as a sliced onion. He shared some beer with me that tasted like a microwaved Colt 45 and insisted on showing us hundreds of pics of his beach holiday where he wore a banana hammock that would have been tiny on Nug.
One time after tiring of noodle bowls we broke down and went to the restaurant car. We were the only ones and the rubbery “chicken” confirmed our suspicions as to why. I asked the attendant for the “best Russian beer”. He came back with a Budweiser. I looked at him skeptically but he was dead serious. “This is best beer from Russia!” he proudly stated. He waited while I took a swig. “How good is that, huh?” I smiled and gave him the thumbs up. “Great recco,” I stated.
As we ended our Russian train journey in St. Petersburg I could not believe how much more European the city felt compared to our entrance to the country in the east. The Russian people we met along the way were so much more helpful and friendly than I had expected especially after our run in with the female Ivan Drago several weeks prior.
3 thoughts on “5655 km in a Nutshell”
Love your stories, the vocabulary is exceptional as well. Just keep posting and try to take pics of the characters you speak of, great stuff!
Thanks dude. We will work on those pics and we do have some from the characters in the next post. See you soon buddy!
Of course the vocabulary is exceptional, Mikal C. Ross graduated from John Carroll just like you.