Night three mostly composed of vodka. Three and half litres of the stuff. My new friends and I started drinking in my room, then moved down the train to join Ceasar in his where we were treated to the delights of his film making (and camio appearance) in the form snippets from a highly sexed zombie flick. The four of us and our vodka then moved further down the train to the restaurant car to join the four guys from Norway who we'd met earlier in the day. There was a half hearted (at least in my case) attempt to learn a chinese board game with them, and then we proceeded to drink, chat and laugh through to 4.30am. Or 8.30am depending on which timezone you pick.
The train runs on Moscow time up until it crosses the Mongolian border - which means that if you follow suit you find the sun rising at 4am and setting by about 3pm.
The alcohol, late night, lay-in and hangover helped to add to the following days disorientation - to the extent that Rob and Ceasar nearly got off the train a full day early. Much sleeping, scenery watching and general laziness seemed to be the best cure and an early night fixed the rest.
Looks like the trip of your life is boys and alcohol ........... I'm glad nothing has changed for Miss nadine ;)
ReplyDeleteWell I'd hate to disappoint, Mr Armelles. ;-)
ReplyDeleteIt is now family, weddings and kimchi though for the next few weeks...x