
Drinking neat vodka with our new dining car friends. One bottle per 3 people, until it’s drained. This is the Russian way.

An interminable wait. With cold comes patience, it appears. They do say riots always happen on very hot days. . .

Surprised the next morning when the dining cart had transformed. It went from Russian, to Mongolian, to Chinese. But from your carriage, you couldn’t tell. It was like climbing Enid Blyton’s Magic Faraway Tree each morning!