Siberia, Russia Part 6– When Stairways Attack in the Khabarovsk Train Station
In this continuing series, we cover my relocation from San Diego to Chita, Siberia to be a teacher at Chita State Technical University. We pick up the story going to the train station in Khabarovsk to catch the Trans-Siberian Railway.
Day 4! If you have actually been reading this series on NomadJournalTrips.com, you know my initial travel quote was 2 1/2 days from San Diego to Chita, Russia. Well, day 4 has actually arrived and I am simply getting on the train. This dreadful time quote is proof of a bad mathematics education. I blame the American education system!
I never could determine those mathematics hypotheticals, “If a train is going south at “x” speed and a bicyclist is going north at “x” speed, when will they satisfy? ” When are they going to fulfill? More like, “Exactly what the heck is cyclist going to appear like WHEN they meet? ” What about his family, not to point out the problems suffered by the conductor. I suggest, really, who can do math under such situations?
… Evil, Evil Stairs At the Intourist hotel, we arranged for train tickets to Chita. By we, I mean my good friend Grae did whatever. For $27, “we” had actually set up a private berth and all was good. With a good nights sleep, we headed below the room and out into the … putting rain. A local was kind sufficient to offer us a flight to the train station and all seemed great. After a little bit of pointing, extreme facial expressions and so on, we found our train was running about an hour sluggish. We hunkered down and did a bit of people enjoying.
As we sat, I pondered my luggage. I had a big hiking knapsack and something I called “the lump. ” The swelling was an exceptionally big duffle bag with tiny wheels on one-end and plastic bars running down the flat side/bottom. In theory, you might roll it or drag it anywhere. Mine was black, damp and weighed about 70 pounds. Prior to you giggle, remember I was going to Siberia for a year. Exactly what would you take? Still, I had an anxious sensation, but couldn’t actually determine why.
Our hour was up and it was time to visit the track platform. Like many European train stations, one needed to in fact stroll down stairs, through a tunnel and then back up stairs to obtain to your platform. This is not the way it works in San Diego. It also doesn’t rain in San Diego. Rain, 70 pound bag on wheels, plastic bars, stairs … I believe you understand.
The stairs were loaded as I shuffled forward pulling the swelling behind me. You would be proud. I made the very first flight without incapacitating anyone or being slapped. Simply as I stepped down the 2nd flight, “thou was nudgeth from behind. ”
The swelling hit me in the back of the knees. I fell back onto the swelling. In a change beyond my primitive understanding of quantum physics, the lump became a high efficiency bobsled. Down I went.
Still in slow movement, I could not help but discover the dexterity of the Russians in the stairwell. Some leapt up an ornamental shelf diminishing the stairs. Overweight people drew it up and suddenly became thin. Amazingly, not one soul was struck on my method to the bottom. My landing was uneventful, which is to say there wasn’t a loud smack on the wall at the bottom of the stairs.
I leapt up and relied on see if anybody was injured. There was overall silence. Faces just stared back at me. Apparently, the only thing injured was my ego and skin, which was turning a dark shade of red. Well, I like to make an impression! I emphatically hoped that none were going to Chita.
Everybody started moving again and not a word was stated. Sadly, the lump was not so accommodating when it came to climbing the stairs on the other end of the tunnel.
Next– The Trans-Siberian Train … The number of Days To Chita ?!