Strangers on the train
Saturday, February 10th, 2007Our train to Irkrutsk left at 4 in the morning and as we got to our compartment we realised that we had someone in sharing with us. The Russian way is to put the light on and just get in and put your bags away. However, as we’re English we crept around in the dark, whispering and generally making a lot of noise. We finally got in and settled when suddenly my bag fell from the top compartment and was met with a trail of Russian obscenties and shouting.
In the morning we woke to find that our sleeping partner was an old Russian lady who spoke no English at all. But international relations were rebuilt through the exchange of biscuits and the odd word of German and some excellent miming.
We think that a career in the diplomatic service looms for Karen.
