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  • Day4

    Yekaterinburg

    April 4 in Russia

    Hüt hani Ekaterinburg aaglueget. Und debii
    s‘erste richtige esse sit 3 täg gha😅
    Ich han es herzigs Restaurant gfunde mit spezialitäte usem Kaukasus.

    Und ich hans gschafft zum e sim charte poste🎉

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    I found this amazing little restaurant that serves Caucasian food and had my first warm meal in 3 days🙈😄

  • Day6

    On board again...

    April 6 in Russia

    Uf de zweite Zugfahrt nach Nowosibirsk, wo „nur“ 21h lang gaht, teil ich mers abteil mitere ältere Dame, da mir eus nöd verstönd lächlemer eus eifach immer wieder a und mached handzeiche😄👌✌️👍
    Dasmal isches chli en ältere Zug.
    Daser au chli e vorstellig hend wies da drinn uusgseht gits na paar föteli 😊



    On the second train ride frome Yekaterinburg to Novosibirsk i‘m sharing my „?train compartment?“ with an elderly lady 😊. Because we don‘t speak each others language we just do hand signs👍👌✌️😋
    This train is much older than the first —> photos
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  • Day122

    Novosibirsk - Kazan

    June 14 in Russia

    In Novosibirsk verabredeten wir uns mit Elena & Igor (Unseren Retter aus der Mongolei) zum Abendessen.
    - Ein schöner ruhiger Abend bei Pizza und Bier.

    Kenny bekam seinen Auspuff wieder und so brachen wir am Montag in Richtung Moskau auf.
    In den ersten 3 Tagen hatten wir bereits 2500km hinter uns gebracht. Wir beschlossen für 2 Nächte in Kazan zu bleiben, um uns dort das Fifa Eröffnungsspiel anzuschauen.
    Wir waren begeistert von Kazan - eine Schöne, Saubere Stadt mit tollen Gebäuden und Bars, die eine Schöne Größe hat um Sie zu Fuß zu erkunden.

    Am Freitag Mittag ging es weiter nach Moskau, nochmal eine Nacht in den Russischen Birkenwäldern nochmal eine Nacht im Kampf gegen die Millionen von aggressiven Moskitos.
    ehe wir dann in der Hauptstadt ankommen werden…
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  • Day117

    Priwjét Russland

    June 9 in Russia

    “Welcome to Russia” - Das waren die Worte vom Grenzbeamten als er das Tor nach Russland aufschob…

    Die Ausreiße aus der Mongolei hat sich für Chris und mich etwas in die Länge gezogen, dar wir 2 Tage zu Lange im Land waren. So mussten wir eine Visumverlängerung beantragen, diese war zwar billiger als eine Strafe doch kostete uns auch 1,5h

    Wir hatten viel über die Einreiße nach Russland gehört und waren alle gespannt was passiert. Wie erwartet mussten wir das erste mal Kenny komplett ausräumen und vor allem alle Medikamente vorzeigen die wir mit uns führten.
    Klingt alles schlimmer als es war, die Leute waren stets freundlich zu uns.
    Vielleicht lag es auch daran das David und Livia mit der WM Fan ID einreisten und alle Grenzbeamten wollten sich diese anschauen.

    Die Erste Woche in Russland liegt nun hinter uns, bisher gefällt es uns sehr gut.
    Die Altai Region war genial - Schneebedeckte 4-tausender im Hintergrund und Saftig grüne Wiesen wo die Pferde und Kühe frei herumlaufen, direkt neben der Straße.
    Die Straßen sind Super und die meisten Autos sind relativ neu.
    Ab und an hat man auch mal einen Lada vor oder hinter sich, die meisten aber stehen mit geöffneter Motorhaube am Straßenrand.

    Kenny ließ seinen Auspuff liegen nachdem wir Rückwärts in einen Acker fuhren um zu wenden.

    Nach 5 gemeinsamen Nächten mit den Schweizern zogen wir weiter nach Novosibirsk, wo seit langer Zeit mal wieder ein 4 Sterne Hotel auf uns wartete indem wir nochmal entspannen können bevor der Marathon nach Moskau beginnt (ca. 3500km in 5 Tagen)
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  • Day8

    Tram Tales

    June 15, 2017 in Russia

    Well, it was a dreich day in Moscow this morning (Thursday). You know, sometimes this place reminds me of Glasgow - heavy showers, grey skies, road works everywhere and waiting on public transport that doesn't turn up! I waited 45 minutes on a tram with a supposedly 4 minute service. A queue of elderly Muscovites gave the driver what for, shaking their brollies at her, but Big Bertha the tram driver was having none of it. Two young lads ducked under the tram's turnstile in the melee, and laughed as they thought had skipped their fare. But Big Bertha had clocked them, and shouted to the effect, 'come oan you pair, get aff ma tram!' Just looking round the tram, I had to conclude that the Muscovites really are a dour lot - not much of the craic here!

    One poor old soul had either forgotten her ticket, or didn't have one, and explained she was only going one stop. But Big Bertha was having none of it, and slammed on the brakes - she was going nowhere. Eventually a kindly fellow passenger let the old dear use his pass, and we were off.

    The traffic in Moscow is constantly heavy, with many roads gridlocked. Vehicles constantly block junctions and, at their peril, some strayed into our tram track, until BB scared them off with the constant shrill ringing of her bell. At one point our tram came to a complete standstill in the traffic for a good 20 minutes, and folk were desperate to get off and walk. 'Yer gaun nowhere' decreed Big Bertha, 'this is a limited stop - ye cannae get aff afore the Bolshoi!' (I'm paraphrasing here, but you get the gist).

    (I've just realised I'm starting to sound like Kris with a K and his tales of the No. 9 bus to Paisley. Sorry, K, but this was a number 3 tram, so sufficient artistic differences!).

    In the late morning, I decided to pay a visit to one of Moscow's many art galleries. I chose the New Tretyakov Gallery housing the best of 20th Century Soviet art. Behind this, the Museum Park is the final resting place for many Soviet statues torn from their pedestals after the Soviet Union's collapse.

    While I enjoyed the gallery, getting there was a bit of a nightmare, even with Google Maps. Due to even more road works, it was hard to work out which of the various underpasses took me where I wanted to go. Three times I must have passed the same odd-looking woman with bizarre black painted eyebrows and crooked lipstick, trying to sell me a dancing, threadbare rabbit smoking a cigar (the rabbit that is). 'No, thank you, madam, I know I have passed your way several times but I already have one at home.'

    Then back to the hotel to collect my bags and head off to Kazansky station. Moscow has nine main line stations, all huge and in grand palatial-like buildings. I hoped I had found the right one. Yes! I checked into my berth on the 16.38 train. It was clean and comfortable and I was pleased I was only sharing my 4 berth cabin with one old, non English-speaking Russian man. Our compartment had comfy seats, and our berths above were made up with fresh linen and towels. We had a table, a safe, slippers and toothbrush / toothpaste, power points and even a TV. Shortly after our prompt departure, our Stewardess brought us our complementary meal - an airline type affair, consisting of a hot pork dish with rice, a roll, crackers and jam, and a bottle of water. She returned with tea in a glass in a fabulous silver Russian tea holder as we departed the metropolis and headed East. With only 5531 miles to Vladivostok, the first real part of my Trans Siberian Railway adventure had finally begun!
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  • Day11

    Ykaterinburg

    June 18, 2017 in Russia

    Ykaterinburg is an attractive city - Russia's 4th largest, with Boris Yeltsin, the first Russian President, hailing from here. Beautiful day again today, so I took a trip up the Vysotsky Tower - named after one of Russia's most famous singer-songwriters (what do you mean you haven't heard of him!). Great views from the 52nd floor. Visited the famous Church on the Blood, built on the site of the house where the Romanov's were shot (before being taken to the woods outside the city and dumped in a mineshaft which I had seen yesterday). Amazing church, and busy on a Sunday with a children's choir singing outside and free food (literally loaves and fishes by the looks of it) being handed out to soldiers and families who apparently travel great distances to come here.

    As I was running low on socks and pants I found the very place - M&S Ykaterinburg branch - only double the price. The city is proud to have been chosen by FIFA To be a host city for the 2018 World Cup.

    After dinner, a return to the Opera House to see Romeo and Juliet - the ballet. Another stunning production. It was sold out so I had to pay top price of £15 for my seat tonight. Now a wait until the ungodly hour of 3.45 am to catch the next leg of the Trans Siberian - with 2 full days on the train! Wish me luck!
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  • Day20

    Vladivostock

    June 27, 2017 in Russia

    It was nice to spend two days in Vladivostok after such a long train journey. Like Rome (and Glasgow) it is a city built on hills, and the calf muscles felt it after two long days walking about. Russia's naval base for many years, the city was closed to foreigners until 1992. It was revitalised in time for the APEC summit in 2012, with two massive new bridges spanning Golden Horn Bay and over to Russky Island. I climbed up to the viewpoint and got a great view of the bridge (which apparently is bigger than San Francisco’s - so there!).

    Due to its proximity to China, the city feels much more Asian than the other Russian cities I've visited. A variety of cuisines are now available. To get me in the mood for the next phase of my journey, I had a lovely Japanese lunch. Among the more unusual sights, I did a tour of the S-56 submarine - a bit claustrophobic for my liking, having to pull myself through round metal holes to get into each compartment. Nice to see a framed picture of Stalin in the officers’ quarters!

    Surprisingly, Vladivostok has a very nice walkway along the waterfront which was very busy with families the first day due to the lovely weather, enjoying ice cream, beer, paddle boats and amusements.

    In order to keep an eye on my budget I decided to book into one of the city’s new hostels, rather than an expensive hotel. The IZBA Hostel was well located and clean and fresh. There was a welcoming Samovar of tea, free wifi, good showers and excellent kitchen facilities. The staff were young and friendly, and let me check into my comfy berth early in the morning - not bad for £13 per night! The guests were a mixture of families, solo travellers of all ages and students. Got chatting to s nice family from Korea.

    Well it's early to bed tonight to get ready for the next section of my trip. I hope you've enjoyed Shawlands to Siberia - if so please join me for A Japanese Jaunt
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  • Day15

    Beautiful Lake Baikal

    June 22, 2017 in Russia

    Today's visit to Lake Baikal has been one of the highlights of the trip so far. An early start and one hour on the bus from Irkutsk, following the River Angara, brought me to this wonderful place. Lake Baikal is the world's deepest lake, and contains 20% of the world’s freshwater supplies If all the rest of the world’s drinking water ran out tomorrow, Lake Baikal could supply the entire population of the planet for the next 40 years! Known as the Blue Eye of Siberia, it can apparently be seen from space.

    The main town, Listvyanka, is a bit touristy as you might expect. I joined in some of the tourist fun and enjoyed a show at the Nerpinarium by Lake Baikal’s famous freshwater seals. Not exactly Sea World, but the kids, and this adult, enjoyed their performance. I had a lovely walk in the sunshine along the front, and found a nice restaurant where I dined on fresh Omul, a fish only found in Lake Baikal, baked with cheese and potatoes - lovely (and I’m no’ a fish haun). A highlight however was going on a short boat trip to experience part of the lake. Again the weather hot and sunny, and it was a pleasure to feel some breeze about you and admire the beautiful scenery.

    Back safely in Irkutsk, no thanks to the marshrutka driver, who insisted I sat in the front of his packed minibus, while he drank coffee, smoked, ate his lunch, used his mobile phone, played loud Russian ballads which he sang along with, while driving at breakneck speed. When he stopped to pick up more passengers, an old woman got in the front beside me and I signalled to him that I couldn't find the seat belt - he dismissed me with a wave indicating I didn't need it - and I noticed he wasn't wearing one either!

    Once back in the city I had a walk round the extensive market. Although it was late afternoon it was still thriving with a huge selection of fish, fruit and veg, meat and bakery items. I decided to stock up on goods to get ready for tomorrow’s marathon train journey - 3.5 days to Vladivostok! As I probably won't have wifi on the train you may not hear from me for a while. What's that you say - thank goodness?
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  • Day3

    Moscow - Yekaterinburg

    April 3 in Russia

    Nach vielem umenand laufe am Bahnhof und villne versüech die kyrillischi schrift z‘entziffere hanis etz uf de ersti Zug nach Ekaterinburg gschafft. Han sogar es abteil für mich allei für di 26-stündigi fahrt💪😅
    Defür hani mer vo de Zugsbegleiterin gad na paar souvenirs ufschwätze lah😄

  • Day19

    Venturing towards Vladivostock

    June 26, 2017 in Russia

    It was a daunting thought as I boarded the train at 07.47 on Friday morning, knowing I would be on it for the next three full days. Again it was a bit unnerving on arrival at Irkutsk station to see the departure board (only in Russian) and the station clock showing the time of departure (for what I had worked out must be the Vladivostok train) as being 02.47 (Moscow time). Even more confusingly, local trains were shown in the correct local time!

    On boarding, I was disappointed that for the first time my compartment was dirty and untidy, littered with food and drink debris. Summoning up my courage, I approached Madame Provodnitsa (Slack Svetlana from Siberia) and, with the aid of Google translate, let her know I was not happy. ‘Russian pigs’ she declared as she set about clearing out the berth. My travelling companion was a heavy built Russian lad who looked like a young Sumo wrestler with the face of a film star - ah yes, I remember - King Kong! He had his foodstuffs spread all over, and looked a bit sheepish as Senga told him off for being so untidy. After my complaint, Slack Svetlana made a show of cleaning the whole carriage with much huffing and puffing. To her credit however she did bring me a pack of fresh linen and a cup of tea in one of the lovely metal tea holders.

    The scenery was lovely as we left, with sweeping views of Lake Baikal as we skirted its southern edge. The train stops for 10 minutes at Slydyanka 500 metres from the lake, and some brave Trans Siberian passengers have been known to take the dare of running down to the lake for a quick dip before running back to catch the train. Apparently a few have missed it, so I decided to forego this pleasure.

    This original part of the line did not follow this route due to the expense of building through this mountainous part, and passengers were ferried across the Great Lake ( I have noticed there have been barely any tunnels on the entire route so far). However in winter the ferries could not break through the ice. At one point in 1904, troops had to make the crossing, and it was decided to lay tracks across the thick ice to allow the train to cross. However the train did not get too far before the ice cracked and the locomotive sank into the icy water Oops!

    At Ulan-Ude the line to Mongolia and Beijing branches off. Another passenger joined us here who reminded me of Gerry Begley from the Apollo Players (no offence Gerry if you are reading) - a friendly Russian, kind and generous with his food which he offered to share. King Kong needed no 2nd invitation, and soon was tucking into roast chicken and home made bread.

    Gerry Begley proudly showed us photos of his children and grandchildren ‘look how she can put her jacket on, all by herself - ah’. He told me in his limited English he was a fisherman - and proceeded to clear the table of all the foodstuff (much to the annoyance of King Kong), and set up a large antiquated laptop. He proceeded to show us a video of him and his mates on various fishing expeditions on the Volga and other great Russian rivers - shooting the rapids, camping, displaying their catches etc. Although it was interesting initially, I have to say my interest waned after 30 minutes or so - I mean how excited can you get at seeing yet another poor Omul dangling from a line! In his favour however the next home video about boring a 5 foot deep hole in the ice of Lake Baikal to fish was pretty amazing. I congratulated him on the videos and he proudly announced he was the Director. He laughed when I referred to him thereafter as Sergei Spielberg!

    The scenery on this part of the journey is beautiful. Rather than just miles of forest, there are rolling hills and gleaming rivers - very like Scotland in many ways. The sun shone again all day and you never tired looking out the window. The railway line is very well used, not only by passenger trains but by freight ones too, with 100 wagons or more carrying a variety of materials such as timber, granite chips and gas. Sod's law, as soon as you see an interesting photo opportunity a lengthy train passes. Although the countryside is beautiful, it is marred at times by ugly towns with their decaying industrial buildings. However we can go for hours without seeing one and the vast majority of the landscape is completely unspoiled.

    Another passenger joined us during the night - a keep fit fanatic on the wrong side of 40 but with the body of a guy half his age, a Vladimir Putin type. He spent much of the time exercising in the corridor and didn't speak a word. After a reasonable night’s sleep, we all got up and washed around 7.30 - except for King Kong who did not stir until 2pm - taking up the whole of one side of the seating area. I decided to give the restaurant car a miss today and had just finished my breakfast of banana, black bread with pate and cheese portions and coffee, when Sergei Spielberg sat beside me smiling with his laptop open, and showed me a huge collection of still photos of the mountains, wildlife, flora and fauna of the Volga region. Don't get me wrong, they were stunning photos, but there's only so many times you can ooh and aah at a snow-capped peak or a piece of lichen.

    In between video shows, I caught up with my reading, and managed to finish the Robert Harris novel Archangel - set in Moscow and other parts of Russia, with a Stalinesque theme - very entertaining. I moved on to read a new book about Nicholas ll- the Last Tsar and the Russian Revolution of 1917. I found it fascinating to read about some of the places I had been on this trip. There seem to be a lot of new books out commemorating the centenary of these momentous events.

    By Sunday morning, King King had cleared every scrap of food he could find and got off the train, disappearing into the trees. This gave Sergei more space to show off his cinematic achievements. He was very generous and continuously offered to share his food. After two days now on the train I felt the need for a shower and, with the help of Google Translate, the Provodnitsa arranged this, after allowing 10 minutes for the water to heat (you'll need tae wait till ah put the immersor oan!). Thankfully I had brought a towel, soap and shampoo, as it was just a bare cubicle with a seat, but it did the trick and I felt suitably refreshed.

    On Sunday afternoon we crossed the 2.6km bridge over the River Amur - the longest bridge on the Trans Siberian Railway. This area is the home of the Amur or Siberian tiger, the largest member of the cat family. My guide book told me that in 1987 a tiger had strayed on to the tracks and held up the train. I asked Sergei if there was a chance we might see one of these great beasts and he replied ‘yes, of course - in the Zoo!’.

    Sadly Sergei Spielberg had to get off at Khabavorsk at Sunday tea time. I was sorry to see him go as he was good fun and we had many laughs. It's amazing how you can communicate with someone with odd words, gestures and mime. As he struggled to find the words about leaving, he shrugged his shoulders and said ‘Me - Brexit!’ and off he went.

    More passengers get on here to take up the berths vacated by King Kong and Sergei. The train is not a tourist attraction but a real working train used heavily by locals. Slack Svetlana is busy handing out fresh linen to the newcomers as we face our last night on board. As my granny used to say: ‘that's how the rents are cheap!’

    From here, the line runs south all the way to Vladivostok and there are good views over the plains to China. On Monday morning, 72 hours after I left Irkutsk on Friday morning, the train finally pulls into its eastern terminus. It's been 5630 miles since we left Moscow, and I am thrilled to have experienced the world's longest rail journey, and one I will never forget - the Trans Siberian!
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