The journey? Six whole days on the Trans-Manchurian from Moscow, Russia to Beijing, China. The diary? Below.
The sleepers are more comfortable than anticipated. We’re in second class, so third class would be more open, less private.
I’ll admit, the cabin space for three people is cramped. This train journey seems to be a tourist draw, seen a few foreigners already.
When we boarded last night, the fella managing our car was overly friendly, kissing Nora’s hand as I was filming her entrance on the train. I’m pretty sure he grudgingly kissed mine to be polite. That guy is for Nora all the way. Should I be happy or insulted?
Mucho trees turning into fall colors, reminds me of Canada a lot. I approve. What is interesting? Some of the houses seem built with matchsticks, like a strong wind could blow them over with one huff.
They look abandoned, and an observer wouldn’t know if anyone lived there until the eye catches sight of a laundry line straining with clothes or a garden patch teaming with cabbage. A touch of desolation hit the senses when I saw the occasional abandoned car or truck.
BIG PROBLEM: Constipation! My body is pretty regular, so when it can’t go, especially when it needs to. Ugh.