78 hours 48 minutes
4 Nights 3 days
6 different time zones
After months of planning it was a great feeling to finally get on board this train and start heading from Moscow further East. We were using Train 20 to get to Irkutsk in Siberia, but it continued another two days until Beijing. This is no special tourist train as people tend to think, it’s a standard long distance public Russian train used mostly by Russians. Just happens to be one of the longest train journeys in the world.
Life on board the train was enjoyable and quite relaxed. We had chosen a 2nd Class cabin and it was much nicer and comfortable than I had expected. The carraige was quiet, the cabin was cosy and the toilet was cleanish.
Staying hydrated – on each carraige there is a water boiler providing 24 hours hot water keeping us happpy with tea and filled with instant noodles.
Between looking out the window, drinking tea, reading, sleeping and playing Hornochsen the time seemed to go by pretty quickly! We didn’t have a huge amount of food though, we prepared in Moscow with instant soups, noodles, nuts, fruits etc. But the instant stuff was difficult to look at already on the second day. Our breakfast consisted of bread slides with peanut butter and banana and instant coffee. We had been told a lot about “Babushkas” on the station platforms selling food and drinks, but we never really seen any of this. Stations we arrived at were usually empty with only train conductors and station personel.
The views as we travelled through Siberia were amazing. Since we’re travelling in Autumn, it was great to see the changes in landscapes with the the Autumn colours. The landscapes were generally barron and wild. Towns we travelled past seemed incredible remote and isolated with wooden houses and dirt roads. Others towns blended into hard industrial areas and cities such as Omsk.
We arrived in Moscow late morning, the train rolled into Beluruskaya station in central Moscow. No border, no security and no customs checks. We just wondered out of the station and into the city. Easy and a bit surprising.
The hard part was 12 hours earlier when our train reached the Belarus border….
The Belarus border guards piled on board the train – military outfits and hard Eastern looks to match. The train staff had already opened all cabin doors in preparation for their boarding. The atmosphere in carriage and cabin had become tense. We first heard the guards entering the carriage toilets, opening the pipe panels and checking for anything unusual. Three guards then appeared at our cabin door and indicated for passports. They didn’t speak English. They wanted our immigration cards that we didn’t have. It was intimidating. One searched his pockets and found two crumpled pieces of paper that turned out to be immigration forms. They hesitated over my passport and asked me something in Russian. A Belorussian that we shared our cabin with could translate that he wanted to see my health insurance. I pulled it out but he didn’t look at it. They then ordered all of us out of the cabin. We lined up in the corridor while one of the guards entered. We could hear him rummaging around and seemed to be looking behind pillows and sheets. Once he was satisfied with cabin he disappeared off the carriage with our passports. I hate not having my passport, it made me anxious. After 15 minutes the train started to move again and I still didn’t have my passport! Forgotten that they still have my passport (?). We had Belarus and Russian visas in our passports but I was even starting doubt there validity, an inaccuracy or something. A few more guards were still walking up and down the corridor, one of which approached us and wanted to look inside our rucksacks. After clarifying that we were Tourists he decided not to bother. We waited, stressing. The original guard eventually reappeared with a pile of passports belonging to passengers. He looked through the pile and handed out the passports. Nadine received hers straight away, but after the repeatedly going through the pile he did not pull out that British passport. My mind was going crazy – he’s lost it or it’s been held somewhere else. Eventually he pulled out my passport after what seemed like a personal tease. Then, with a final nod to us he said “Good Luck” and walked off.
This is my second time in Moscow, I was here 7 years ago, but I have forgotten a lot and the city seems different. It seems cleaner and more setup for tourism, but this is likely the affect of the recent World Cup.
The language barrier is bigger than I remember, very few people speak English. I get the impression many people’s English is good but they are too shy to try.
It’s actually quite expensive, particularly trying to find cheap food in restaurants. If it’s cheap then the portions are likely really small.
Electric scooters, roller blades and hover boards are popular.
Russians only smile when there is a reason to smile. This can unfortunately make them seem cold and unapproachable. It was something we noticed early on and apparently this is rooted in the culture. Russians say “only fools smile without any reason” and apparently smiling to strangers can make people feel uncomfortable.
The Peter the Great statue is massive and it stand out across the Moscow skyline. Unfortunately, the 98 metre tall statue is also know for being one of the ugliest. Apparently originally constructed to honour Christopher Columbus, but no American buyer was ever found and was later converted to honour Peter the Great instead.
But seems like Moscow never really wanted it either…
“The people of Moscow aren’t thrilled they wound up with the statue—after all, Peter the Great disliked the city so much he moved Russia’s capital to Saint Petersburg. It’s been proposed to relocate the monumental effigy to the emperor’s favored city, but so far Saint Petersburg has kindly declined that offer.” – Ref
The Friendship of Nations Fountain showing 16 statues of women that represent the former member nations of the Soviet Union.
Since I’m back in Scotland to visit family and friends before leaving, I thought I would throw in a few shots (when it wasn’t raining) from my visits home over the past few years. Mainly from the Isle of Skye because it’s one of my favourite places in Scotland.
If you’re visiting Scotland, sure, checkout Edinburgh and Glasgow. But seriously, just rent a car and head North towards the Isle of Skye and take yourself past Loch Lomond and through Glencoe. Getting to Skye it’s more interesting to take the ferry from Mallaig fishing town (avoiding Fort William which is not up to much!) and then use the bridge back to the mainland on the way back.