In Transit

Off the trans-Siberian and on to the trains-Mongolian for my last part of my epic train journey from Europe to Asia. 5 hours stuck on a train at the Russia/Mongolia boarder with a old Danish couple who were a little bit odd to say the least. I’m sure they were right out of a Carry On movie or Euro Trash. The guy (I will call the Major) had a huge handlebar moustache and shorts pulled right up to his nipples which I’m sure Simon Cowell would have been proud off. His wife was something else, first off she was wearing pink cycling shorts with a matching shell suit top. She giggled like a school girl and couldn’t keep her hands off the Major. The last thing I wanted to see on a 20 hour train journey is two 50 year olds getting frisky with each other. I nearly through up my instant noddles when I saw her try and wake up the Major with her hands crawling up underneath his short and giggling some crazy baby babble.

About 2am we cleared the Mongolian boarder and I settled down to 6 hours of blissful sleep.
2:05 and the Major started to snore, oh my god I have never heard anything quite like it. No joke it was as loud as 50 jumbo jet getting ready to take off, then his wife started up just as loud. After trying to get to sleep for a couple of hours I gave up, got up and made my way out of my compartment to glimpse out of the window to get my first taste of the Mongolian landscape. At this point I must thank the strange Danish couple as I saw the most incredible sights so far on my trip. Peering out of the window my jaw dropped as i reckon approximately 500 horses galloped in a line right next to the train before veering off towards the mountains in a cloud of dust. There were so many horses in the line it must have gone on for at least 5 miles and with the pastel reds and oranges of dawn rising over the untouched Mongolian landscape it was like I was in my very own BBC Planet Earth, I was half expecting David Attenborough voice to start narrating in my head. I wanted to wake up everyone in the carriage to see this amazing horses race, but secretly I’m glad I was the only one to see such a spectacular sight, it was a great introduction for Mongolia, my home for the next month.

2 Responses to “In Transit”

1. Mum & Sis says:

   July 27, 2007 at 9:28 am

   That must have been anamazing sight. The horses I mean!
2. Stuart William says:

   July 27, 2007 at 1:36 pm

   Sounds like his snoring was worse than Jacob the Jagoff in Riga- Bad Luck !!