Chapter 8 Krasnoyarsk, Russia. September 2019.
Monique in front of the statue of Dmitri Hvorostovsky in Krasnoyarsk. Monique and Pasha looking out on Krasnoyarsk. We boarded our train in Novosibirsk at 9 pm for Krasnoyarsk. This meant another night on the very uneven and rather unpleasant shaking train. It is not a steady click-click one would like to hear on the train. The track is obviously very old and very out of line. The result is that the train gets up to a maximum of 80km or 50 miles per hour. Every now and then, the whole train seems to hesitate and lurch forward. We are in first-class which means we have two lower bunks and do not share the cabin with others. But the bunks are hard and narrow and frankly not comfortable to lie in. Having colds makes it all the less enjoyable. Without saying so aloud, both of us are starting to question why we were going through this voluntarily. Between the rock and rolling train ride and the schlep of getting our bags throu...