Somewhere in Siberia
Days and days on the rail... so much more confining then the ships I loved... a different motion... a different sound... an entirely different feel. There is no comparison.
The confinement on that train for that long time instilled in me a virtue that Russia seems to instill in all Russians... the virtue of patience.
Endless rocking back and forth and clacking penetrated my being deeply... leaving the train in Moscow I had a bad case of the terranean version of 'sea legs.'
Walking down the streets of Moscow I swayed back in forth to a rhythm I had since I left at the station. It seemed to last for a long time.
The Trans Siberian Railroad is an epic adventure for any traveller.
Have you ever found yourself looking for something without remembering exactly what it was that you were actually looking for?
That is how I found myself here on this journey.