12th July 1992 Day 358

The Diary

Much confusion as we all wondered whether to live by Moscow time, which Soviet Railways run on, or by local time - whatever that was. More photo-taking, buying from old women on the platforms, talking, reading and trying to get food & roubles for dollars out of the restaurant staff.





I was joined in my compartment by Valeriy and I spent about 8 hours conversing with him, his brother-in-law, Igor and occasionally one of our provodniks, Mikhail, who was the only one that could speak both Russian & English. The LP phrasebook took a hammering, bits of German came in handy, Ken had a go for a while & we all had a good time. My Russian is coming on a bit - better than the others, anyway.




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