Siberia, Russia Portion 6 When Stairs Attack in the Khabarovsk Train Station
In this continuing series, we cover my move from San Diego to Chita, Siberia to be a professor at Chita State Technical University. We pick up the story going towards the train station in Khabarovsk to catch the Trans-Siberian Railroad.
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Within this continuing series, we cover my move from San Diego to Chita, Siberia to be a professor at Chita State Technical University. We choose up the story going to the train station in Khabarovsk to catch the Trans-Siberian Railroad.
If youve been reading this series on NomadJournalTrips.com, you know my original travel estimate was two days from San Diego to Chita, Russia. Properly, day four has arrived and I’m just acquiring on the train. This horrible time estimate is evidence of a poor math education. I blame the American education system!
I never ever could figure out these math hypotheticals, If a train is going south at x speed and a cyclist is going north at x speed, when will they meet? When are they going to meet? Additional like, What the heck is cyclist going to appear like Once they meet? What about his family, not to mention the nightmares suffered by the conductor. I mean, actually, who can do math under such circumstances?
StairsEvil, Evil Stairs
At the Intourist hotel, we arranged for train tickets to Chita. By we, I mean my friend Grae did anything. For $27, we had arranged a private berth and all was excellent. Having a fantastic nights sleep, we headed down from the room and out into thepouring rain. A nearby was sort sufficient to offer us a ride to the train station and all seemed excellent. Soon after a little of pointing, extreme facial expressions and so on, we discovered our train was running about an hour slow. We hunkered down and did a little of men and women watching.
As we sat, I pondered my luggage. I had a big hiking backpack and a thing I called the lump. The lump was an very substantial duffle bag with tiny wheels on one-end and plastic bars operating down the flat side/bottom. In theory, you may roll it or drag it anyplace. Mine was black, wet and weighed about 70 pounds. Prior to you snicker, maintain in mind I was going to Siberia to get a year. What would you take? Nonetheless, I had an uneasy feeling, but couldnt really determine why.
Our hour was up and it was time to head to the track platform. Like numerous European train stations, 1 had to really walk down stairs, by means of a tunnel and then back up stairs to obtain to your platform. This can be not the way it works in San Diego. It also doesnt rain in San Diego. Rain, 70 pound bag on wheels, plastic bars, stairsI feel you get the image.
The stairs had been packed as I shuffled forward pulling the lump behind me. You would be proud. I produced the very first flight without having maiming any one or becoming slapped. Just as I stepped down the second flight, thou was nudgeth from behind.
The lump hit me within the back in the knees. I fell back onto the lump. In a transformation beyond my primitive understanding of quantum physics, the lump became a high performance bobsled. Down I went.
Nevertheless in slow motion, I couldnt enable but notice the agility of the Russians in the stairwell. Some jumped up an ornamental shelf operating down the stairs. Overweight individuals sucked it up and suddenly became thin. Miraculously, not a single soul was hit on my technique to the bottom. My landing was uneventful, which is to say there wasnt a loud smack on the wall at the bottom of your stairs.
I jumped up and turned to determine if any person was injured. There was total silence. Faces just stared back at me. Apparently, the only issue injured was my ego and skin, which was turning a dark shade of red. Well, I like to make an impression! I vehemently prayed that none of them had been going to Chita.
Every person started moving once more and not a word was said. Alas, the lump was not so accommodating when it came to climbing up the stairs on the other end of the tunnel.
Subsequent The Trans-Siberian RailwayHow A lot of Days To Chita?!