267 Kms from Kyakhta
"Shall I make some tea?" I asked."Sure!" – Beena’s face lit up with a broad smile. Well, who can say no to a cup of tea on board a Russian train?So I picked up the fancy railway glass, in its fancier glass holder, filled it up with hot water from the boiler (In an earlier time they used to have samovars on these trains), dipped the Lipton tea bags in it. Then we sat down by our window - that opens up to a marvelous world outside. The semi frozen lake was passing by, ever so slowly, to the west. There were snow-capped mountains on the other side and pine trees all around us. A man was ice-fishing on the lake, sitting on his unfolded chair. A couple of kids were running after each other in front of a log hut. It was April 28, 2016, and we have been on the move for almost two weeks now.
183 Kms from Kyakhta
We left the sophisticated electrified trans-Siberian railway for the rustic trans-Mongolian railway. It was an emotional goodbye to the new friends we made - bubbly young Ivan from the hostel and Viktor the retired engineer / software developer who was now driving a taxi as he decided not to retire!