Arranging her doctor. 22h. The right train. The beer. The vodka. The 18 year old Spartak fans. The other university students. The dough wrapped chicken. The "conversation" about "account vs accounting", about "lawman". An orchestra of endless vodka shots. The first sight of beer. The Russian classes. The Spartak chants lessons. More vodka. The sleeping carts. 6h. Train should have arrived. Watched other people having breakfast with full sets of cutleries, as if they knew the train would be delayed. The thin woods outside the window. The no cellphone reception zones. The whisky and apple intercession. More food magically appeared on the tables. The race to the local shop at a station for more beer. More beer. 21h... this 23 hour train ride (as oppose to 7-8) was by far the most memorable train ride. The authentic Russian experience.
