Leaving Samara for Volgograd

Neale couldn't resist. When in Russia do what the Russians do. Line up for a litre of beer and enjoy the sunshine.
Found some woderful little shops and bars (only to visit) concealed behind imposing timber structures with seamingly no doors, until someone emerged.
Took a taxi to the baksval ( train station) but the driver took us to the bus station. Obviously my Russian was to blame.
A very helpful lady realizing we could miss our train escorted us hurriedly across the car park and into the local bus who didn't want money and we took a nervous half an hour to get to the train station.
We didn't have a plan B but thankfully didn't need one, boarded with 20 minutes to spare.
The train. Well I think its the same old Soviet rattler Matt and I were on in 2002.
The Russian travellers are friendly.
But no English out here.
A few Aussie boys on board cranking it up with the Russian boys and a lone English girl.
I go sleep to rattle of the carriage and awake about 6am.Okumaya devam et