by all accounts we should be bored out of our tiny little minds. our entire universe consists of a small cube with 4 beds in it and a table covered in snacks, a corridor and an assault course to a pokey little restaurant car.
after three days you'd think that we would've got to a point where we had written a new language or dabbled in cannabalism, or something. but nope. somehow the time is going quickly and there is always something to do; look out of the window for a bit, read, play cards, look out of another window.our room-mates amelie and marie-eve (as i discovered she is actually called today. oops) brought with them a canadian delicacy: maple syrup solidified into a substance with a similar consistency to kendal's mint cake. they brought it as a conversation starter or bridge builder in case they'd ended up in a cabin with someone odd or russian, or both.
matt & i had bought two large bottles of vodka for the same reason, so logic dictated that we should try combining them.
we created a sweet vodka drink removed of it's harshness with a long, warming, lingering syruppy aftertaste.
that killed an hour.
the train part of this journey is everything i hoped it would be, from the expansive rolling scenery to the old russian women selling homemade sweetbreads on train platforms. and still another day to go.
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