Wednesday, April 23
We’ve now been on the train for 26 hours. This train ride is turning out to be the most magnificently relaxing experience I could imagine. Since it’s low season, we have our 4-bed cabin to ourselves. The train is rather empty and we’re not really interested in the other passengers (there are maybe 10 other foreigners on board, mostly retirees!) Every few hours there is a very short stop in a station, but mostly there’s nothing to see or buy, and not much time.
We’ve now been on the train for 26 hours. This train ride is turning out to be the most magnificently relaxing experience I could imagine. Since it’s low season, we have our 4-bed cabin to ourselves. The train is rather empty and we’re not really interested in the other passengers (there are maybe 10 other foreigners on board, mostly retirees!) Every few hours there is a very short stop in a station, but mostly there’s nothing to see or buy, and not much time.
Our last night before the train was short since we had so
many last things to organize before disconnecting for a week – so we spent the
first day on the train napping on-and-off. It turns out that sleeping on the
train is HEAVENLY. The repetitive sound of the train’s motion and otherwise
silence, along with the slight rocking offers one of the best sleeps I’ve had
in a while.
The view outside is extremely dull. That’s why it’s low
season – blue skies and yellow fields don’t offer much excitement. But maybe
that just adds to the full relaxation – there’s nothing to make us jump up and
grab the camera.
I’m also surprisingly not bored at all. Today we are getting
off the train for 24 hours of a nature horse-back trip in Mongolia – I’m
looking forward to it but could gladly also stay on in the train. Reading my
book, napping, sipping tea and chatting with Arne is just so much fun.
Last night we stopped at the border between China and
Mongolia – it was supposed to be a 3-hour break where we thought we’d get a
good local dinner and also experience one of the highlights of the trip, where
they lift the train (while you’re in it!) to change the wheels of the train to fit the Mongolian
tracks. Unfortunately, it didn’t work out that way. After the on-board passport
check, we were shewed off the train and into the passport control area which
had a mini-market and waiting room (and that’s it – no local vendors or
restaurants). After buying our snacks and waiting a few minutes it was getting
a bit dull so we decided to go back to the train – only to discover that we
were locked in this building while the wheels were being replaced! Everyone
else just made it back to the train (how did they know?) – and we had to wait 2
hours in this dull bureaucratic building while the fun was happening outside.
We made a short excursion out to the other side of the passport control, but it
wasn’t too relaxing since we weren't sure when we’d have to go back on
the train, no one talked English, and we didn’t have our passports or train
tickets (these were all taken from us..) Outside, we quickly found a Mongolian
restaurant and ordered a (delicious veggy) dish for takeaway, and ate it in the
dull building. It was a somewhat uninspiring experience.
This morning, I wanted to make Arne coffee in bed, using one
of the coffee sachets we had bought at the border minimarket last night.
Imagine his delight when it turned out that while the smell was mocha-ish, the
taste was.. very salty!! Actually, that might be a better wakeup call than
boring ol' caffeine.
After a short sunny stop at an abandoned railway station, we
checked out the new restaurant carriage – last night they changed the Chinese
restaurant into a glorious Mongolian carriage that not only has incredible
décor but served me a delicious breakfast with one of the best omelettes I’ve ever
had.
With only three more hours to Ulan Bator and our horsey trip
– I’d better get to my book.