It wasn’t
as bad as I expected. A friend of mine used words like “cattle truck conditions”
when travelling on a second class night train in Russia
We were surely
quite packed up, but it could have been worse. (I like to see the glass half
full, not half empty).
There was
room for the passengers’ luggage, there was a cafeteria (= two middle-aged,
plump women, with tired legs and weary makeup serving tea and snacks. Their grey
uniforms spoke of the fatigue of all the sleepless working shifts). There was a
toilet.
Each passenger
had a set of blankets, sheets, duvet and pillow to ensure a – hopefully good,
night of sleep.
I do not
quite like sleeping on bunk beds. Luckily I slept on the lower one. It took
time for people to fall asleep, someone kept smoking all night long (there was
a sort of smoking area. Although the door was closed, the smoke leaked in). The man sleeping above me, used rock music as lullaby.
But, as I said,
it could have been worse.
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