Nearly Every single other person was also off the train (again all Mongolian) with just about everything you could every imagine selling, Fur Coats, Mobile Phones, Bedding, Duvets, Leather Trousers, Aftershave, Knitted Jumpers, Head and Shoulders. There was no orderly way of doing it, i.e
. stand outside the door you got off and wait for the hundreds of Russians who gathered on the platform, oh no, that would be far to organised. They basically all ran up and down the platform as fast as possible with fully dressed Mannequins pushing each other shouting 'sookki sookki sookki'. I felt a little uncomfortable and turned around to see what was happening in the other direction. Fully clothed models were hanging out of the windows in huge displays. Talk about a culture shock I was just in awe. I was part of the biggest and longest mobile car boot sale that the planet has ever seen. I decided as we had five days of this and I was getting odd looks in my flip flops I would get back on the train, however the police man from next door had taken his Mongolian Police outfit off and was selling Leather Jackets, the train staff were selling tights, and thermals and well, I nearly got flattened by a Russian Policeman who I assumed was off to arrest someone but just wanted a packet of Body Shop smellies presumably for the wife, there really aren't any words to describe the peculiarity of what had happened.
Slept and read, Slept again, had a few beers, read, slept, few more beers, vodkas then decided that we would find the other travellers and find the restaurant car where the action really happened. Again culturally just a great experience. The carriages were impassable with goods, people unable to fit in carriages due to the number of boxes and bags. Gas stoves everywhere cooking just generally great and mad. Found the restaurant car and it was buzzing, I think we had to wake the woman up who worked there and she looked at us as if to say wow a human being. We split fairly sharpish as we couldn't read the menu it looked expensive and we had plenty of beer and vodka and amazingly hydrated smash with cat food. On the way back we met a friendly chap who after letting Erica pass decided I should be toughened up a bit
. This guy was about 6 feet 4 and about 3 foot wide, it may have been Chinggis Kahn himself. He pushed me, I smiled politely and tried to move out of his way to which he pushed me and pushed me and I lost sight of Erica. The old rule always stick together I didn't feel happy letting Eggsy out of sight so tried to push round the side of him, this was a bad move and didn't go down to well. I was thrown down the carriage out of the back of it into the hallway through a steel door and into about 10 women with fully dressed Mannequins. In reflection they had probably just had a bit too much too drink (says me) but at the time it was a little bit hairy to say the least. We retired to our train and thinking they may think I'm now fair game sank about 6 hot chocolates heavily laced with Vodka.
Woke up and got of the train at the morning stop called Kirov Pass the first stop in daylight. One note on what I expected of the hawkers, I expected what we had on the St Petersburg - Moscow train, a couple of old dears with tea towels and towels working their way down the carriages to see if they could sell a few bits and bobs to fellow passengers. Well I have never seen or expected anything like what greeted me. The train, it turns out is basically just a travelling Market. I expected a few old women selling bread and smoked fish, Russian salads and beer, and there were, I bought some bread to go with the Jam Eggsy had bought.