Siberia is SHIT

ok so we leave UB and we're all happy that we finally get to get out of this 'godforesaken hellhole' the people on our train are on a tour and they are all pretty cool, the border control were a lot easier than everyone claims and the actual border crossing was a lot easier than expected. later that day when we explained that we were gettingf off at ulan ude first everyone was liek why? and we were liek err... world's biggest lenin head... when we pulled up they were like have fuin boys - arseholes. it turned out that apart from the lenin head - which after our nights sleep we managed to see and photograph in about 20 minutes after waking up - there was nothing much else to do in ulan ude. we ended up sitting in the station for 6 hours waiting for our train to arrive, the same train that we rolled in on the day before.

next stop irkutsk, it was our first experience of platskart the open compartment on the train, we had the shittest beds, top bunk on the isle beds ie 40 cms wide, thinner that my shoulder width. when we got to irkutsk we too realised that it was a hell hole, we spent most of that day sleeping and had a breif walk into town where we tried to arrange our couch surfing for novosibirsk and yekaterinburg, we also tried to go to a seal show but our guide book lied to us about the opening days. the next day was meant to be our big day in siberia. everyone had said to us Baikal is AMAZING, seriously it is the most beautiful thing you will ever see in your life. of course by our luck we turn up and its fogged out, what was better was that Listvyanka the little village on the lakeside had nothing to do apart from get some smoked fish which pierre di. i asked the lake woman if the weather would get better and she was like, today - no. when we got back to town i went to teh internert cafe and finished some blogging and also got the number for our supposed hosts in Novosibirsk. we also went food shopping for our train journey the next day. the dutch guys who were staying at our hostel also weant to baikal that day later on, in the afternoon and said the weather was alright - cunts.

anyway we get the train to novosibirsk, plaskart again but there is no-one in our section of the carriage. i text the people we going to stay with about the time of our arrival and what carriage we're on like they ask. 32 hours later we get to novosibirsk and find there is nobody waiting for us and to top it all off its pissing down with rain. we call them but its a wrong number and now i just find out that i coppied it down wrong WAHEY!! I HATE THIS PLACE.... we have no accomodation for tonight but we were like fuck it lets just get the train to moscow fuck ekaterinburg if its going to be anything like siberia. but now wee got 16 hours to burn. lets get drunk.

oh yeh pierre has trench foot because his trainers are shit.

fuckin siberia, now i know why people got sent here in exile.