I think it was an April or May that I saw Moscow. It was nippy. At one point I thought I saw a mass brawl breaking out, but on closer inspection it was a group of people all trying to buy an ice cream from a big fat white coated woman, pushing a silver cart.
A woman who sold entrance tickets to a museum didn't have enough change (maybe she was from Chile originally), so she gave me the quantity of tickets that my smallest note would buy, about a metre of tickets. I could have got a coach party in.
The train is The Trans Siberian. I sat on it for 3 days, to Irkutsk in Siberia. My watch was on Moscow time, the Americans in the next compartment were on US time, the real time was unknown, and the woman who worked on the train was miserable all the time.
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