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| All aboard The trans Siberian train!! |
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| Simon guarding his ribs in Ulan Bator |
Trans Siberian Railway
2 weeks after the accident, 1 week after
Simon had a chest drain removed, 24 hours after I landed from London via
Beijing, and 2 hours after we picked up Simon's visa from the Russian embassy
in UB, we found ourselves in a train compartment no bigger than a small double
bed, which was going to be our home for the next four days.
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| our secret stash... |
As the train began to chug its way
through the incredible Mongolian countryside we were soon overtaken by a car,
then a lorry, and then a horse! A Mongolian passenger in the next
compartment suddenly burst into song, then a German man well into his 60s
passed our door without his top on (it turns out this is how he would travel
the whole way to Moscow). We took all this in... This might be a long few
days... Only 1 thing to do... Embrace the experience and crack open the
vodka!!!
Travelling across a continent or two by
train and watching the world go by was an incredible adventure. The train
windows made it a bit like being in a huge cinema with 2, no 4 screens in the
same room. One either side of the train, then looking both forwards or
backwards - each screen showing amazing but different views. The guide book had
said bring lots of reading material and be prepared not to finish it. How true!
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| never bored of looking out of the window... |
About midnight we
crossed the Russian boarder.
There is something very Agatha Christie
about standing in a dimly lit train carriage, wearing nothing but your pyjamas,
with 2 Russian border guards flashing a torch into your face as they check your
papers. Next came the security guard who was wearing a military cap, a tight
grey boiler suit and knee high laced up black boots, who proceeded to search
everywhere - even under the floor, and above the ceiling (I have no idea what
she was searching for, the German's shirt perhaps?) Then the customs men came
around in equally stern uniforms and searched our carriage again. They tut
tutted loudly at all our alcohol (Not sure if they thought it was too much or
too little...)
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| Siberian forrests |
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| results of our foraging in various Russian stations |
As it turned out we mostly chose well
and smugly feasted like kings on various pasties, pickled fish, meat, cheeses,
bread, fruit and ice-cream washed down with fresh coffee, vodka, beer or
champagne. Most passengers tucked into noodles (there were hot water boilers in
each carriage) and I also tried out some great instant food samples I had
brought with me from Sports Kitchen. These water boilers also meant we
had plenty of hot water to wash with, but with only a small sink in a tiny
toilet, washing was 'basic'.
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| Still not bored of the scenery... |
For the next three days the soft low
autumn sun flickering through slender birch and conifer trees, across
meandering rivers, lakes and fairy-tail like wooden huts. Brilliantly shiny
onion-shaped golden church turrets caught the sun beautifully and we felt like
voyeurs spying on various aspects of back door Russian life visible from the
train window. Watching the world pass by, playing games and reading meant that
neither boredom or stress existed for us on the trans-siberian railway. Time
became an abstract phenomenon - it existed somewhere else, but it didn't really
matter to us (except the small exact chunks of time where we stopped at
stations for our foraging expeditions).
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| Russia whizzing past.. |
Moscow
98 hours after leaving Ulaanbaatar we
arrived in Moscow, chilled but a bit bedraggled. (The naked German guy was the
only passenger to look clean and fresh, newly reunited with his shirt - he
might be onto something here! ) We had travelled first class on the train (you
don't want to know what 3rd class was) and the theme was to continue. We turned
up at the Moscow Savoy looking like a couple of scruffy vagrants. To give them
credit the staff were very polite and not overtly put off by our dusty, tatty
non-designer luggage (Smon with his race kit bag) and bodily grubbiness. To my
absolute delight, not only did we have running water, but a non jiggly toilet
that you could sit on without the need to hold on and that didn't blast you
with cold Siberian air on flushing!
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| Red Square |
The only downside was the monotonous
view. So showered and slightly more presentable, we headed out to conquer the
sights of Moscow in 2 days. A Russian kayaker follower on Twitter, hearing of
my return to Moscow a month after the Worlds, had offered her expertise as a
virtual tour guide, which we gratefully accepted. We dashed around Moscow
following her fabulous recommendations and became pretty adept at negotiating
the Metro in Cyrillic, crossing the road (obediently) according to the flashing
green man, and ordering coffee and cake in a variety of establishments.
We saw fabulous buildings, learnt some Russian history, (The Kremlin's Armoury museum was breathtaking, and a Vodka Museum gave great insights into centuries of state control) walked in wonderful parks, and ate in interesting restaurants. Our trip happened to coincide with three notable events: The Moscow marathon; A protest in Red Square against the government's stance in the Ukraine; and the whole of the Bolshoi ballet taking part in the ice bucket challenge....says it all really!
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| Compulsory 'oooo' selfie |
We saw fabulous buildings, learnt some Russian history, (The Kremlin's Armoury museum was breathtaking, and a Vodka Museum gave great insights into centuries of state control) walked in wonderful parks, and ate in interesting restaurants. Our trip happened to coincide with three notable events: The Moscow marathon; A protest in Red Square against the government's stance in the Ukraine; and the whole of the Bolshoi ballet taking part in the ice bucket challenge....says it all really!
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| The Bolshoi Theatre |
Warsaw
Two more time zones crossed as we headed
into Poland. Simon had chosen the Rialto Hotel, a wonderful arc deco
establishment preserved in it's pre war era quirky elegance. It even had an Art
Deco lift and air conditioning controls in the room.
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| Art deco air conditioning controls |
Warsaw has a 'refurbished' old town (85%
of the city was destroyed in the war) where tourists were expected to go, but
Simon experienced an instant allergic reaction to being told by Tourist
Information what we should do, so we headed to the other side of the river to
Praga, a bohemian and slightly run down suburb. It was full of interesting
buildings, shops, cafés and bars - we felt very conspicuous in our red jackets
in this earthy area where the brightest colour apart from us was brown. In
contrast to Moscow, Warsaw was excellent value and we found ourselves in a
local cafes where the dishes were £2! Granted, there were few TripAdvisor
stickers or tourists, and one establishment had no menu and a plastic manikin
in the corner with a lop sided wig, dressed as a dinner lady/ drag queen - but
the plum juice, local dumplings and cabbage were excellent! Yes truly!
Close to our hotel we also found a really top end restaurant with an
amazing taster menu at ridiculously cheep prices. I would definitely go
back (to both establishments).
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| Plum Juice (with plumbs)- surprisingly ok! |
Warsaw was a completely fascinating
city. We spent our second day with an "alternative Warsaw" guide who
said that falling in love with Warsaw was like a good marriage - you don't fall
in love on your first 'visit' but as you get to know it more, the love
grows.... but I loved it right from the start. I loved how the pre war,
communist era and modern architecture clashed but also managed to sit happily
side by side, giving clues to its past, and I found the people forthright, but
with a sparkle that gave a glimpse of their survival spirit.
An
alternative city tour in a communist era militia van with Raphael from Warsaw
Adventures was a fantastic way to learn about the city, communism and the
Ghetto - however I think the Polish Militia must have either been very short or
not bothered about looking at the view, as both our eyes fell level with the
fluffy maroon interior trim well above the windows. Simon's height meant that
he was safely wedged between seat and ceiling, removing the need for a seatbelt
or airbag, which was very handy as they were absent anyhow...
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| Communist architecture sits next to pre war architecture. |
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| Polish Militia van |
I had always wanted to go to the
ballet but never been. What better way to round off this memorable first visit
to Warsaw than with a performance of Romeo and Julia, a modern take on the
classic tale, by the Polish National Ballet.
Berlin
A short 5 hour train hop later (with the
most amazing rail car food!) and we arrived in Berlin in time for "street
food Thursday", with our friends Martin and Carole. A fabulous night food
market with delicious home cooked dishes from around the world.
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| The Berlin Wall |
We hadn't intended this trip to be
educational, but staying right next to Checkpoint Charlie, in the heart of
Berlin's "war tourism district", we found ourselves completing a
really interesting history tour. Travelling from Moscow to Warsaw to Berlin,
with tours and exhibitions in each city, bullet holes in buildings, and stories
of courage and unfathomable human suffering, brought military and social
struggles to life from three different regimes and cultures perspectives.
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| Museum Island |
Berlin to Paris should
have been the next short hop.
To our immense shock the first German
train was delayed - is this even possible!!? - meaning that our connection from
Mannheim to Paris wasn't going to happen. The guard on board managed to find an
alternative route via Strasbourg. The only problem with this was that we had
chosen this leg (where the scenery was less interesting) to play more Quirkle
(our favourite game, despite the current tally - Simon 21 Anne 1) and to get back
to the Mongolian vodka. This resulted in a very rushed and stumbled train
transfer for us and our 40 kg of luggage in Frankfurt, where we managed to mix
up Stuttgart for Strasbourg. This resulted in us not arriving in Paris until I
had lost a few more games of Quirkle, the vodka bottle had been emptied, and
the sun had set. On the plus side, a taxi ride through night-time Paris to our
friends apartment enabled us to see all the floodlit tourist hotspots, meaning
we were free to go off the tourist route for the next day.
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| Anne the packhorse (hurrah for GB canoeing making me strong) |
I don't suppose many people go to Paris
end up in the Compe du Trios Generals - a rather eclectic bar full of African
artefacts, political commentary on France's influence in West Africa, and
shabby green velour sofas (complete with tassels). This was our Parisienne
friends' recommendation for quirky Paris (are you starting to get the picture
that "off the beaten track" is our preferred adventure...?) and after
a hibiscus cocktail Paris took on a slightly hazy quality, despite the
brilliant sunshine and clear autumn air. Using a map sponsored by Eurostar
meant that this 'off the beaten track' corner of Paris was obliterated by a
large picture of the Eurostar train which made map reading a bit difficult. We
eventually found a fantastic corner cafe and lost a few hours of Sunday
afternoon watching the world go by, accompanied by confit duck an carafe of
house wine. The purpose of ending up his far out was a walk in this outlying
park with a view. The wine must have been stronger than we thought because
unbelievably in the Park we stumbled upon a French steel band playing reggae in
the glorious afternoon sunshine and a large group of women spinning wool
and knitting it into jumpers!
This park, apart from/ because of its
interesting inhabitants, was an absolute gem. We sat happily at the top of a
grassy hill listening to the live music from a steel band and watching the group
of ladies spin and knit with with Monmartre and the Paris city
skyline as the perfect backdrop. And, of course, we ended our stay with a night
time trip u the Eiffel Tower - it would have been rude not to, given our
friends lived just round the corner...
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| compulsory Eiffel Tower picture |
And home...
The last big train leg was from Paris to
London and Simon had yet again pushed the boat out (if you can do that on a
train?). First class on Eurostar with a 3 course lunch was a new experience for
me. Us - with our slightly scruffy, well traveled clothes and day sacks -
also seemed a new experience for the rather posh couple who had to share our table
(they did ask if they could move). I often think that other people in
restaurants have amazing conversations which are really worth listening to, but
the best this couple could manage was a very intent conversation about how
vital it was for him to have his teeth polished that afternoon when they got
back to London. The last two weeks had been an amazing adventure and Simon and
I started reminiscing about our trip across seven time zones from Mongolia.
I noted how our companions stopped talking and started listening to our
tale of highlights and crazy moments which definitely, without doubt, was the
best adventure I have ever had.
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| whiling away the time on the trans siberian express.. |
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