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disclosed in the stretched curves through the taiga landscape when looking out the window the length of the train. some point we crossed the Jennisej, the most abundant water power and they rolled into Siberian Krasnoyarsk.
A typical crossing, the value of a thoroughfare, such as the Trans-Siberian clear: Even the most God-leaving Crossing is limited and usually provided with a road barrier. 20:08:05: began after the first night on the train our second day of the train journey to Moscow. Still, the train rolled through the western foothills of the Sayan Mountains. It is the train 339-340 Chita Chita-Moscow. Despite its relatively high number (the higher the number, the lower the prestige), he has the charm of a typical remote Trans-Siberian train. There are enough sleep but the sleeper cars (Kupé) a first-class carriage (Ljuks) and a dining car. The uniform color of the car shows, "I am a schnuggeliger distance train." In the extended curves through the taiga landscape reveals itself when looking out the window the length of the train.

Otherwise, it's typical day on the train. There is not much to do except relax, watch scenery, relax, eat, relax.

John and Matt were playing cards with their compartment comrades Sergei and Nadja. Sergei was otherwise eat fish and drink beer deals. Nadia tried to communicate with the boys and John wrote even a dedication in his diary, which I hereby times as translate:
"I shall never the words Kartoschka (potato), Suslik (ground squirrel) and Burunduk (chipmunk) forgotten, such as thou uttered. "

The passengers came to our compartment with us well into the hotkey press!. The older Lady worked for the militia in Chita. The Gothic-Girl was from Chita and went to study in St. Petersburg.

some point we crossed the Jennisej, the most abundant water power and they rolled into Siberian Krasnoyarsk.

dealer it was not so many, but kiosks directly to the platform, where we bought some of course again.

Then it went on and became increasingly flat. We rolled slowly into the Central Siberian Plain. At the same time we rolled into the evening and the next night as the sun behind the horizon in the west of us hurried away and the landscape in the twilight blurred.