
The 88 hour train trip turned out well - We stocked up on food beforehand in Mocow (bread, cheese, sweets, water, noodles, cheese, vodka) and supplimented that by buying things from the russian ladies who would throng around the train every time we stopped (cheese, beer, chicken, fish, bread, cheese, sausages, beer) and ate them in the cabin. There was a dining car, but the food was um, a little on the small side by all accounts. We ended up in a cabin for four people with two other friendly Brits, Simon and Michael, but most of the people on the train seemed to be either Russian or German. So what do you do on a 88 hour train trip? Um - lots of reading, lots of sleeping, lots of eating and drinking, and lots of card games - I became re-aquainted with the delights of 'shithead' and 'blackjack', and we even managed a quick game of Top Trumps.
At Irkusk, we got a tranfer to the lake, where we stayed in a house run by a lovely old Russian lady who cooked us huge meals (hot food!!!! proper cutlery!!!!). She spoke to us in Russian, we didn't understand a word. We spoke to her in English, she didn't understand a word. (although I do know the Russian for "more tea" now) We got our clothes washed for us (in the river, we think) by another lady, and went trekking through the forest on the mountains that are on the edge of the lake. I'm writing this from Irkusk, where we are waiting for the train tonight at 2100 to take us to Ulan Batar in Mongolia, (country number 11), where we are staying in a Ger Camp for three days. We're slightly anxious about the border crossing and customs out of Russia, (mainly because it can take up to 10 hours, all of it with the toilet locked!) but hopefully everything will be cool.