After a half day in Warsaw, I grabbed a Magnum Gold McFlurry at the train station. It was sub par. It is interesting to see how they vary around the world.
Then the handle on my rolling luggage broke. I spent twenty minutes fruitlessly trying to fix it. That means I must carry my bag. Not a pleasant prospect.
Finally the train arrived. I was in a three seat compartment. Above is what it looked like when as we neared Moscow. I had the top bunk. The
Middle and bottom were occupied by a young couple from Warsaw. She was an archeologist going to the Ukraine to arrange field studies on early man. He was an infrastructure consultant so was quite interesting explaining the railroad system, and especially how the soviets arranged transportation so that they could fight WWIII on those flat plains. They took good care of me.
Sleeping was harder than I thought. I was on the top bunk, and it was a little shorter. The thin pad was not soft enough to cushion my hips, especially my left one, the one I broke. So there was no comfortable position.
As we approach Moscow the weather is clouding up. I cannot tell the temperature. My leg still hurts, but I have to assume it will function.
Time to get ready.
First time I got off a train in Moscow, my friend Dave looked around at the colorful jumble of the station and said, "what a ZOO!" Then he thought a sec and said, "...and I think we're the animals!!!"
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