Train Trip WIth Dad

Train Trip WIth Dad

Sunday, October 17, 2010

Tuesday, September 14, 2010

Sweet memories of life on the rails

It is two months since our train odyssey, and the rocking motion of the train has been replaced by restless nights awaiting early morning business flights around SE Asia. Train travel beats air travel. No question.

Air turbulence is uncomfortable. Unless you know you will end up on Lost Island, it is unsettling. Even with the best airport in world at your doorstep (changi) and the worlds only decent airline (Singapore airlines), I would rather be getting on a train. possibly any train other than British rail - why did the uk intercity trains in the 80s and early 90s smell of raw sewage? Come to think of it, why do some uk cars with catalytic converters smell of rotten eggs (handy excuse at times i suppose).

Anyway, as can be seen on this site (right hand pane,under photo gallery) I have finally uploaded a small selection (127 in fact) of photos from our hong kong to Scotland train trip.

Enjoy.




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Location:Bangkok

Saturday, July 10, 2010

Day 15 sat 10th July - journeys end

Day 15 - journey's end

Two weeks ago robert and i set out from Singapore to hong kong, and from there we travelled 5000 miles by train: seven trains plus numerous metros (Beijing, Moscow and paris); and passed through ten countries, across two continents.

Our journey now ends in Largs, 30 miles west of Glasgow on Scotland's ayrshire coast.

It was raining when we set out, and is raining again on Scotland. Rain is auspicious in some parts of the world.

Train travel is fun, and can be comfortable. It is more environmentally friendly than air travel, less prone to delays, and avoids the discomfort of turbulence.

We are grateful for technology (ipad and iPhone got alot of use), and most trains allowed some form of charging of gadets.

The trip, including tickets and hotels, was about the same cost as a return flight, but much of that was fungible, we chose to travel in fairly comfy class, and due to time constraints had to get express visas, which were expensive. It is probably possible to do the trip at 30 to 40 pc less, of comfort and time are not pressing issues.

We had fun. The end of the trip is always a bit of an anticlimax, as the journey itself is the thing, but we will have lots of memories.

Thanks to Marie and Ellen for allowing us to make the trip.

Robert and Craig


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Location:Largs, Ayrshire

Day 15 - Ithaca

Day 15

The eurostar pulled into London st pancras on time at 930pm and we grabbed a taxi to euston. We could have walked, but I had taken the opportunity to buy some nice French wine and a slab of very smelly Brie at gare du nord, so we were somewhat encumbered.

Euston had it share of Friday evening inebriates, and a few people like ourselves awaiting the 23:50 Caledonian sleeper service to Glasgow.

We are now at Glasgow central, after a surprisingly good, although short, night's rest. Apart from our next door neighbour having a loud nightmare, awaking in panic as to where they were, the journey was uneventful.

Our train, our last train, to largs departs at 8:45, and appears to be on time.

Our odyssey is nearing its end, with largs our Ithaca.

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Location:Glasgow

Friday, July 9, 2010

Day 14 - Friday 9th July - Paris

Day 14 - Paris

We arrived in Paris, formerly known as Paris of Europe, at 923. We arrived at gare de l'est, and after a petit dejeuner with a former colleague from Vietnam, we took the metro to gare du nord and stored our bags in left luggage.

We walked to the louvre, immersing ourselves in the antiquities, though after a while Heracles, baccus and their Mileu started to blend into a mix of white marbled torsos. Mona Lisa was enigmatic, and crowded with flashy admirers.

Paris was hot, possibly hotter than Paris, Texas. Even on the seine, our sanity frayed under the heat.

We skipped the Eiffel tower, yes, I know, but steel, steps and stifling heat would have finished us off.

Instead we headed to the Elysian fields, and joined other heroes in airconditioned starbucks.

Too soon it was time to leave, so we grabbed a taxi back to gare du nord, sank a small glass of crozes hermitage (a decent 375 ml glass), a plate of smoked salmon and a steak fritte. We skipped the oysters, and went for our first train of the evening, the 2013 eurostar to st pancras.




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Location:Paris

Day 13 - thurs 8th July - Berlin

Day 13 - Berlin

Overnight we crossed Belarus and poland, before arriving in Germany in the early hours (about the same time Spain ended their world cup hopes ).

We arrived at Berlin hautbanhof at 9 am, left our bags in left luggage and began a whirlwind tour of Berlin.

Robert dragged me round a few museums, thank you rick riordan (the writer of Percy Jackson books) for giving children an interest in the classics.

We ticked off checkpoint charlie, Brandenburg gate, Reichstag, nudists in tier garden, the wall, and also visited the excellent acquarium.

We returned to the station, exhausted, and got on the aptly named Perseus, the 19:57 overnight express to Paris.

Apart from the relative "hardship" of sharing a shower with the rest of the carriage (not at the same time), and relative only compared to the previous Moscow express, the journey was smooth.




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Day 12 - weds 7 July

Day 12 - off to Berlin

We were up at 6am to take metro to belorusky station ( via park cultury). The moscva express departed at 0800. Very comfortable cabin, ensuite shower and wc, and tv with DVD player in room. The food was also excellent, Russian soup, salad and pork chop.

Short stops at smolensk, and Minsk, where the engine was changed.

At the Russian border we had a much longer stop as the bogies were changed, moving from Russian wide gauge to the narrower European gauge. The process is interesting and takes a couple of hours as each carriage is jacked up, and the undercarriage (or bogie) is swapped out along the track.

The next stop was in Belarus, at terespol, with some serious looking customs and migration staff.

Robert and I took advantage of the DVD player to watch series 7 of Lost. We also took advantage of the ensuite shower: hot and powerful.


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Location:Moscow to Berlin

Tuesday, July 6, 2010

Day 10 continued - in Moscow

Day 10 - Moscow

The train pulled into Moscow marking the end of an epoch of our journey. As with all sincere travel, we felt a mixture of emotions: panic, arriving in a city where we can't read the Cyrillic alphabet, and don't know a single compound Russian phrase, other than "my name is billy Joel", which I recall from the video of Billy Joels Leningrad tour in the late eighties; insecurity, leaving the safe and predictable environment of our train home for the last week (cabbage, we have christened it, a cross between cabin and carriage); awkward sadness, the travelers dilemma of making acquaintances during a shared and brief journey where you can slice through the layers of personality like a paring knife through an onion, and then vanish into the metro; and, adrenalin rush of a new city, new country and a beautiful sunny day to enjoy it.

Despite the incomprehensible names, the Moscow metro lives up to expectations: clean, cheap, efficient and, other than guessing which train to get on, easy to use. Within one hour we were off the train, having thanked our Chinese attendants and donating all our spare renminbi, past the farewells to our great travel companions, through three stops on the red line (central line?) of the metro, and exploding our bags in the hotel Budapest.

We showered, such joy, then walked 15 mins to red square.

Quite awesome, incredible, what a treasure of Europe. The first step into red square is like nothing else. If you imagine walking into the centre of Venice, Prague, Paris, London and, dare I say, glasgow at the same moment in time and knocking back an espresso, stavopramen, cognac, half pint of bitter, and a wee dram, and, ignoring any feeling of nausea, the light-headedness would make you feel you were somewhere like nowhere else.

After an obligatory big-city-square-expensive-cappuccino we took the metro to gorky park, " follow .... Down to gorky park.. And wrestle with the winds, of chaaaaanngggee". Robert is much braver than me and went on a g-pulling, corkscrewing roller coaster. I looked after our bags.

More metro, then a quiet dinner and bed.




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Location:Moscow

Monday, July 5, 2010

Day 10- nearing Moscow

Day 10 - monday 5th july

Gorky station at 7 am, then vladimir at 10.20am, with a 15 minute stop at each. Even though the stops are short, they are highly prized and anticipated. A good chance to stretch legs, watch the engine being changed and take some photos. Vladimir is flanked by the glistening gold turrets of Assumption cathedral on the hill. The sky is copper sulphate blue and the gold turrets stand out for miles.

We feasted on some hard boiled eggs (going a bit green), a hunk of excellent black bread, a softening banana and the last of a jar of Chinese peaches.

We are 60km outside of Moscow and have travelled over 6000km by rail since our journey began.

We are looking forward to the sights of Moscow, and walking for a couple of days before the next train on Wednesday to Berlin.


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Location:66 km outside Moscow

Sunday, July 4, 2010

Day 9 - U2 and the Romanovs

Sunday 4th July 2010

2144 km to Moscow

The train stopped shortly after breakfast at Tyuman (the oldest city in Siberia). On the other slide of the platform sat the train heading east towards beijing, a Russian train with more surly looking attendants than our Chinese ones.

We said goodbye to Siberia and carried on to Yekaterinburg. This town has quite a history. In a villa nearby the Russian royal family, the romanovs, were brutally executed at the hands of the bolsheviks in 1918. After being held under arrest for two months the entire family was shot, bayonetted, dismembered and then burnt.

Also in the same vicinity, us pilot Gary powers was captured when his U2 spy plan was shot down. The soviets found undeniable proof that he had been spying and made quite a song and dance about it. The song became popular, and then a band was formed, initially called powers, but then renamed U2. The bands lead singers name is the short form of BelieveitOrNOt.

Despite the infamy of the town, we only had 20 mins in the station, just enough time to stretch our legs a bit and hum Billy Joels "we didn't start the fire".

We left Asia at km 1777 from Moscow and passed through the urals. Then came Perm, where Robert bought a smoked salmon sandwich for 30 roubles (1$) and we stocked up on bread, orange juice and hard boiled eggs for tomorrow's breakfast of kings.

Tonight is our last night on this train. We battle on to Moscow tomorrow. The fan in our cabin packed in, so we have been moved to the adjoining cabin. Should take us about 10 mins to mess it up like the last one.

We may try some vodka to celebrate the last night and the us independence day, with our american fellow travellers. Any excuse to try some on the train. Can't be worse than last night's russian champagne (champansky).




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Location:2144 km to Moscow

Saturday, July 3, 2010

Day 8 continued - "are we there yet?"

Just crossed a time-zone, we are now three hours ahead of Moscow time. A little over 3390 km to go to Moscow.

Long stretches of birch wood forests flank the railway line for hundreds of kilometers, and, in the absence of border crossings, or many stops, a sense of early shoots of ennui in fellow passengers (and I don't mean Robert).

A bit of a book club started earlier. Robert borrowed a "warrior" book (about cats, apparently) from Brenda, a grade 7 English teacher from the international school in beijing. He read it in a single sitting and returned it with gratitude. One of the other families further down the train had run out of reading material, so their son borrowed "warrior" from Brenda, and one of the other children did a book swap with Robert. I did my part and passed a lousy Tom sharpe book (which read as if it had been made for a BBC tv series) to Stuart, a teacher from shanghai.

Meals and stops en route are the high point of days like this.

The restautarant car is quite interesting, and is under the control of the Three Weird Sisters. one makes up the food, one prepares the trolley (beer, chocolate, chips - so no takers there) and one fabricates the bill. Whatever you order, or eat, seemingly regardless of the combination, volume or intrinsic value, comes to us$30. "a drum, a drum, the next punter has come.."

Actually the food is not bad at all. I had a most agreeable salmon sashimi salad, Robert a chicken fillet with sauté potatoes and I also had a large bottle of russian lager all for $30.

The russian beer is good, if not unpronounceable. Yesterday I asked for some Czech beer, but got a stern "russian beer" reply. Weird sister number three had Czech beer, but is clearly proud of her nation's bevvy.

Robert and I retreated into post perandial lethergy. Robert read two more books, I stumbled through a William Boyd. I find that William Boyd is never quite as good as Julian Barnes, and given my alphabetical ordering, the two authors fight for precious space in our bookshelf back in Singapore, so I'm afraid this one won't be coming back, and will be donated to the trans-Mongolian book club.


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Location:3394km from Moscow

Friday, July 2, 2010

Day 8 - Taiga, Taiga, burning bright

The sun finally crept beneath the covers at midnight, and we then crept beneath our own blankets.

During the night the train jolted and snaked through the foothills of the Eastern Sayan Mountains.

We awoke and ate the last edible portion of our five day old bread with liberal application of peanut butter and manuka-esque honey. Our food pile remains substantial, however, and we have yet to make a dent in the catering pack of Oreos.

We have just passed the 3932km marker (the distance from Moscow) which signifies we are halfway between Beijing and Moscow.

We take for granted that we can sweep through the countryside at 60kph on electrified tracks, though building the tracks across the swampy Taiga (frozen for Several months) and crossing several wide rivers would have been a significant undertaking in the late 1890s.

Much of this part of russia is comprised of timber forest and lignite (brown coal) mines.

Robert is making his way through his pile of books ( physical and iPod based) and one of our fellow travellers has lent him a Warriors book, about cats apparently. I have also made steady progress through several books and podcasts of BBC radio 2, 3 and 4. In Moscow we hope to upload additional episodes.

On on..

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Location:4000 km from Moscow

Day 7 contd

The southern tip of Lake baikal extended for a couple of hundred kilometeres, and was really beautiful.

Robert and I stuck our heads out of the window and drew in deep draughts of cool fresh air. Body Shop could bottle it (the air or the lake) for an anti-aging tonic.

It was almost sad to leave the lake, and curve north west to irkutz, once known as the Paris of Siberia (it is odd that so many strange places, whose stars have dimmed, are know as the "Paris of the.." or the "Venice of the..").

We have found the missing restaurant car at the back of the train. It is now a Russian car, with the appearance of a retro - russian diner(according to Robert). We lunched there, deciphering the russian menu with the help of the waitress. Robert had grilled salmon, I had the stroganoff. With bread and beer and random additional charges, plus the foreign exchange losses converting a mix of dollars and euros into roubles, lunch set us back $30.

At irkutz we said goodbye to two Israeli academics who were breaking their journey at lake baikal, and wandered up and down the platform, amazed at how many Russians were smoking.

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Location:5000 km from Moscow

Day 7 - in Russia

Day 7
Skirting the southern edge of lake baikal. The deepest freshwater lake in the world, holding 20 percent of the worlds freshwater.

An amazing lake.

During the night the restaurant car appears to have vanished, so tucking into cashews and snacks.

Irkutsk is the next major town.


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Location:Russia

Thursday, July 1, 2010

Day 6- Mongolia

The gobi desert was amazing, more like a prairie, but seemingly endless and with an eerie openness.

The train snaked through the vast plains, offering a view of the train itself from our carriage.

The border crossing was slow. A very thorough inspection by a surly pair of guards. We finally pulled away from Mongolia and into Russia at 230 am. I think..



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Day 6 - first class travel through Mongolia

We had been able to upgrade our tickets to first class (deluxe soft sleeper) for us$140 which provided for a private two berth carriage, with a shared shower. The shower is hand-held, and as Robert poetically said "My pee comes out stronger than this shower". I hoped it was an expression rather than a simultaneous comparison.

The shower cubicle is shared between two compartments, and I was sure the chaps who got on at erlian, intended to use it as a toilet whilst waiting for the lavatories to open at the border stops, so i, rather selfishly, locked their access to the shower at night.

We awoke to find ourselves traversing the gobi desert. It looks more like a prairie than a desert, but maybe that is just my misconception of what a desert should look like.

Our neighbors had managed to open the shower cubicle in any event during the night (alleviating my guilt), and then locked us out. Fair Play I suppose.

The dining car has been changed, and now appears like a rather grand London theatre bar, where you would pick up the over priced interval drinks. Still, the omelette and bread was a tasty start to the day, and so far so good in Mongolia.

Next stop ulan bator for lunch.


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Location:Mongolia

Wednesday, June 30, 2010

Picking a bogie

30 June 830 pm - day 5 - erlian

We pulled into Erlian, fairy lights and classical music blaring, and handed in our passports to the Chinese immigration police. During the two and half hour stop in Erlian, the carriages are lifted of the Chinese Bogie, or under carriage, and placed on a wider gauge Mongolian/Russian Bogie. As is polite the bogies are exchanged under cover of a shed. Robert chose to stay on the train to see what it felt like, and I went to the tax free shop at the train station to load up on provisions. A cold bottle of Tsingtao beer helped while away the wait on the platform, as I chatted to some residents of erlian, and some other passengers.

Back on the train, final inspections, looking for any Chinese trying to hide in the toilets or undercarriage (quite specific search) and then more formalities before getting the passports back. As importantly they could then get the train moving and open the lavatories, as by this stage most peoples bladders were full of beer, and peeing in the hot water kettle (there is one in each carriage) almost became the only alternative

By this stage it is midnight, and everyone is tired. An hour later we arrived at the Mongolian border, more searches, more passport and customs checks, and finally lights out and the land of nod.



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Location:Erlian -Chinese border

Off to Mongolia

Weds 30 June - Beijing

The early start (up at 530) meant we missed breakfast at the hotel, and I had visions of the only thing open at Beijing train station being the char siew pao seller, or maybe the youtiao man. That was beijing station in the 90's. Now there are two 24 hour mcdonalds and a KFC. To help the local economy, we chose the furthest mcdonalds and tucked into usual fare, and watched a replay of the japan-Paraguay penalty shoot out.

The railway station is much cleaner than I recall, where are all the local yokels and soldiers I recall from '92?

The K3 to Moscow departs from platform 4 at 0745 am on wednesdays, and we arrived 60 mins early. After just 15 mins the train was called and we walked across an overpass similar to York station in uk, and found the K3.

I recollect booking the 2 berth super deluxe carriage, however our tickets led us to a 4 berth soft berth. I called my friend at CTS, who was apologetic, and spoke to the captain of the train on my behalf to see if we could upgrade. No luck, and we set off on time, and started nw to the Mongolian border.

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Location:Beijing

Tuesday, June 29, 2010

Devil in the details

Tuesday 29

A few months ago I ordered the Beijing Moscow train tickets through the Internet (actually through my iPhone), paid via pay pal (iPhone again) and asked for delivery at the hotel I had booked in Beijing. The tickets were delivered today (Tuesday) for tomorrow's departure by the very efficient china travel service ticket agent. They were left at the hotel whilst Robert and I were out collecting Belarus visas (we got to the embassy 15 mins before it opened to be safe) and off touring the Great Wall at Mutianyu, about 100km north east of beijing. Back at the hotel around 4pm I checked the tickets and realized I had booked mine using an old passport. If the ticket doesnt match the passport, no-can lah! Thankfully the CTS agenT was uber-efficient and managed to get a new ticket issued within two hours.

Pays to check the details, and not to be so pang-say chuay jamban (forgive my poor Hokkien).


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Zai beijing

Beijing west train station was impressive. The train from hong kong rolled in exactly 24 hours later. Queues at the immigration, but no interrogation.

The front of the station was as busy as, well, a train station in Beijing. Finally we found an ATM and got some money (good idea to bring some money on the train next time..)

We accepted we would get ripped off, but took an unofficial taxi to the hotel rather than find the correct public bus. The taxi driver was as surprised as we were to find the hotel.

Successfully applied for Belarus visa at the embassy, located near ritan park. Expensive, as all express visas are, and we had to take a rickshaw to the local bank to pay. The only consolation was that the rickshaw driver gave us a goal by goal replay of the england world cup thrashing, which we had watched in a hutong bar, and out of sympathy let us off some of the fare, as I didn't enough small change.


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Location:Beijing

Sunday, June 27, 2010

On our way- hong kong to Beijing part 1

Saturday 26 june

The second leg of our journey started the rail-trip properly. After being detained, inexplicably, at hong kong immigration (something that has happened frequently ever since my first trip to hong kong in 1992), we took the airport express train to kowloon station. The first thing we both realized was that, even on such a modern train, public wifi access would be intermittent. Having handed in my blackberry the previous day, my last day at Prudential, we would either have to wait for public access to wifi or risk large data charges on my iPhone.

From Kowloon we took the k1 bus to hung hom station, arriving at 2.15, precisely 60 mins before the train departure. Surprisingly it was very easy to pick up the tickets (which I had ordered on the internet) but we were encouraged to go through immigration and board the train, the t98 express to Beijing. In hindsight we should have used the time to fill up on junk food and change some money into renminbi.

Booking early meant that Robert and I had excellent seats - the first two couchettes in carriage 10. Carriage 10 is the deluxe-soft sleeper, with ensuite wc and an a lcd tv (with two channels of Chinese cartoons). Our carriage was very near the dining car and the supply of hot-water, which would get frequent use on the 24 hours to Beijing. The carriages are very clean, the aircon cold, and the passage-ways totally silent. A very different experience to my previous train trips in china in the early 90s.

Having ignored the Siren call of McDonalds in hong kong, we were both pretty hungry; however a 3 hour wait ensued for the restaurant car to open. After scouring the somewhat limited menu, and realizing we didn't have any renminbi to pay, we extracted ourselves and bought some instant noodles and cashew nuts using half of the hong kong dollars I found at the bottom of my wallet from a previous trip to hong kong in April. We feasted on the cashews, the lukewarm noodles and a muesli bar, and watched the grey-green afternoon blur into a rain-filled evening.

We played with our iPad, iPhone and read, before settling the gadgets into chargers and calling it a night ourselves. The Rythmic rolling of the carriages soon had us both asleep, very comfortably, despite the rumbling in our stomachs.




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Location:T98 from hong kong to beijing

Leaving on a jet-plan, I do hope we can find the train

A little over 6844 miles to go to Scotland. Robert and I took a leisurely breakfast in the lounge at changi airport's plush terminal 3, charging gadgets, then we had to rush to the shops to buy all the things we left at the house in our haste. The flight leaves for hong kong at 830. Bon voyage Singapore.
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Location:Sq 860 to hk

Monday, June 21, 2010

To Russia with love

Finally I have Russian visas with the correct validity (I hope). The process was a bit cumbersome as it was necessary to get invite letters via the Internet.

Now off to the Mongolian consulate in Singapore for the Mongolian transit visa (the Russian visa is a pre-requisite).

Didn't Ewan mcgregor and Charlie Borman have a team of research assistants to help when they did their bike tour ?




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Thursday, June 17, 2010

Viva la visa

Russian visa finally applied for. Ready next tuesday. With that we can apply for Mongolian visa next week. Will have to hope for Belaru visa in Beijing next Monday. One week to go.. We leave for hong kong Saturday morning..


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Sunday, June 6, 2010

Last ticket

Have booked the last ticket : Moscow to Berlin. Not cheap but looks very comfortable. It is the moscva express. Departs Moscow 8 am weds 7th July and gets into Berlin the next morning at 9 am.

Start the process of getting visas tomorrow. First off is the china visa. Applying in person in Singapore

Still worried by Belarus visa situation, however looks like it can be obtained in Moscow at a push.



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Thursday, June 3, 2010

Nearly made a big mistake. Applied for Russian visa stating the entry date when we arrive I'm Moscow. In fact it needs to state when we cross into russia from china... Could have resulted in being thrown off the train at russian border.... Just in the nick of time.

Thankfully Roberts passport just back from hk consulate. Need to get cracking on the china, Mongolia and Belarus visa and make booking on Moscow to Berlin leg. The elusive moscva express.



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Sunday, May 30, 2010

Uk embassy in Singapore no longer issues passports. Robert passport is in hk.. Hope it comes back soon, as we have 3 weeks to get 4 visas..


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Saturday, May 29, 2010

Belarus

Belarus visa proving hard to get. Must admit couldn't exactly find Belarus on the map. If we go fr Moscow to Berlin through Belarus, we need a transit visa.


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Tuesday, May 11, 2010

More tickets booked

Only waiting to book Moscow to Berlin leg. all other legs in place.

Arduous part is getting Robert new passport and then collecting china, Mongolia, Russia and Belarus visa...


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Friday, May 7, 2010

Tickets booked

We leave 26 June from hong kong at 3pm and arrive in largs, Ayrshire, 14 days later at 9.44 am sat 10th July..

Route to follow...


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Friday, March 5, 2010

planning the trip

We are looking into the logistics of taking the trans siberian from Beijing to Moscow. We are starting to look in to the logistics, work and school vacation permitting.

Robert turns 12 this year, and I turn 40, so thought this was a good way before either of us goes into silent, angry, smelly phase of our life.

Dad and son, days together on a train... good idea?

The key question will be how to be keep our gadgets charged?

Saturday, February 20, 2010

The road less travelled

Robert and I are planning a train trip this summer. Something a bit unusual. Watch this space.


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Location:Hythe Rd,,Singapore