On a train, crossing over nations
May 20th 2007 Ahh, so the beginning of the train journey. We'd all got to know each other over the past few (drunken) days, and so we lumbered into the train station in Moscow burdened with too many bags, not enough sleep and a few sore heads. We were the only westerners there, all the other pass angers comprising of Mongolian traders frantically running goods up and down the platform. Mountains of stuff, I hon
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