Towards the next goal on my Trans Mongolian Railroad journey.
19.12.14 - 8.1.15
From Perm to Yekaterinburg, December 28th 2014
It looks like snow has done a good job carpeting the ground with immaculate white.
Small shops and vending machines. Timetable also. I cannot read all the names, I can check with the number of my train. So I can recheck the time. That's at times cause a bit tension, because I have to count. I have to make sure at GMT plus what I am and then convert it to Moscow time. Later when I arrive, I will have to do my math again. That's the challenge of traveling long distances in Russia, a country divided into 11 time zones as of October 2014.
As it has always been other train stations in Russia, the officer here was super kind when through my e-translator I asked him whether I was waiting at the right exit door towards the platform.
On the platform... phew, was my worst train platform. Lumps of hardened snow everywhere, wind blowing against my direction. My suitcase actually wasn't that heavy, but felt very heavy. To make matters worse, my cart was almost at the end of the train while I was not aloud to get on the train from the middle. "Please," I begged in English. "Net," the lady officer replied firmly. As I walked along the platform, music of a bang here and a bang there accompanied my struggle. The train attendants were busy hitting ice off from between the engine under the train. Bang! Bang! Bang! It seemed like an everlasting task. Then I lost my reason for complaining.
The red stars are the places I had visited and the green stars are the places yet to come. The blue line is the route we are going through by now. That green circle? St Petersburg, that will be my dessert. When I have made it up to Novosibirsk, that will mean I have completed the Trans Mongolian from Moscow to Beijing. Yuhuuu. A dream is coming true.
As Perm - Yekaterinburg was just a day trip, I reserved an upper bunk. A fellow passenger helped me remove the pile of mattresses on my bunk without me asking. Ah... strangers in Russia are amazingly kind, somewhat different from those on the net or on the media... ooops. Maybe that's due to language and culture barrier? They get people wrong and people get them wrong.
Whatsoever, I always enjoy watching Russians prepare their meal when on a train. If foods have feelings, they must have felt most honored by Russians. Simple meal, and yet treated like a feast. And the very one thing that impresses me is how a Russian would spread a piece of cloth, paper, or plastic on the table, and then lay their meal on it. When finished eating, they'll fold the sheet neatly and put it aside. On a long train journey, they'll spread it over neatly once again for the next meal. I have observed that this custom applies regardless lunch, dinner, or breakfast, traveling as a couple, with a kid, or a man alone. How different from Chinese train passengers... ooops again.
Yippee! This train has an automatic door. My hands don't need to strain on the icy cold iron handle. Off the dining cart I go. The sky is promising.
I wonder what that... -- how to say? -- wave of snow on the ground is. Looks like a small snowed desert.
Danilikha River? Is that right?
Those are the shots I made with my Lumia. I wish I had an assistant who would shoot together with me. Shots by 7D will be coming in next post.
Baked salmon something, 380 RUB, had to wait patiently for me finishing the click, click, click... Stay tuned, you, too!