Siberia, Russia Element 6 When Stairs Attack in the Khabarovsk Train Station
Within this continuing series, we cover my move from San Diego to Chita, Siberia to become a professor at Chita State Technical University. We pick up the story going towards the train station in Khabarovsk to catch the Trans-Siberian Railroad.
sibera, russia, travel, travelogue
Within this continuing series, we cover my move from San Diego to Chita, Siberia to be a professor at Chita State Technical University. We pick up the story going towards the train station in Khabarovsk to catch the Trans-Siberian Railroad.
If youve been reading this series on NomadJournalTrips.com, you know my original travel estimate was 2 days from San Diego to Chita, Russia. Well, day 4 has arrived and I am just finding on the train. This horrible time estimate is evidence of a poor math education. I blame the American education program!
I never ever could figure out those math hypotheticals, If a train is going south at x speed plus a cyclist is going north at x speed, when will they meet? When are they going to meet? Much more like, What the heck is cyclist going to appear like When they meet? What about his family, not to mention the nightmares suffered by the conductor. I mean, really, who can do math beneath such circumstances?
StairsEvil, Evil Stairs
In the Intourist hotel, we arranged for train tickets to Chita. By we, I mean my friend Grae did everything. For $27, we had arranged a private berth and all was superior. With a fantastic nights sleep, we headed down from the space and out into thepouring rain. A nearby was kind sufficient to provide us a ride to the train station and all seemed excellent. Soon after a bit of pointing, extreme facial expressions and so on, we found our train was running about an hour slow. We hunkered down and did a bit of folks watching.
As we sat, I pondered my luggage. I had a sizable hiking backpack and some thing I named the lump. The lump was an really huge duffle bag with tiny wheels on one-end and plastic bars running down the flat side/bottom. In theory, you may roll it or drag it anyplace. Mine was black, wet and weighed about 70 pounds. Before you snicker, maintain in thoughts I was going to Siberia to get a year. What would you take? Nonetheless, I had an uneasy feeling, but couldnt actually determine why.
Our hour was up and it was time to head towards the track platform. Like many European train stations, a single had to in fact walk down stairs, through a tunnel and after that back up stairs to obtain to your platform. This is not the way it works in San Diego. It also doesnt rain in San Diego. Rain, 70 pound bag on wheels, plastic bars, stairsI feel you get the image.
The stairs had been packed as I shuffled forward pulling the lump behind me. You would be proud. I produced the initial flight with out maiming anyone or getting slapped. Just as I stepped down the second flight, thou was nudgeth from behind.
The lump hit me inside the back of your knees. I fell back onto the lump. Within a transformation beyond my primitive understanding of quantum physics, the lump became a high efficiency bobsled. Down I went.
Nonetheless in slow motion, I couldnt support but notice the agility with the Russians inside the stairwell. Some jumped up an ornamental shelf running down the stairs. Overweight people sucked it up and suddenly became thin. Miraculously, not 1 soul was hit on my technique to the bottom. My landing was uneventful, which is to say there wasnt a loud smack on the wall in the bottom of your stairs.
I jumped up and turned to see if anyone was injured. There was total silence. Faces just stared back at me. Apparently, the only point injured was my ego and skin, which was turning a dark shade of red. Effectively, I prefer to make an impression! I vehemently prayed that none of them had been going to Chita.
Absolutely everyone began moving once again and not a word was mentioned. Alas, the lump was not so accommodating when it came to climbing up the stairs on the other finish of your tunnel.
Subsequent The Trans-Siberian RailwayHow Quite a few Days To Chita?!