Today was our first day spent entirely on the train, and it went surprisingly quickly, although it’s fair to say that by the end of the day Josh and I had grown a little tired of the three card games that we actually knew between us. Throughout the day we attempted to engage in conversation with the family opposite, eventually settling on a method which largely involved smiling at the small child and accepting his offers of crisps and sweets: international communication at its absolute peak.
Throughout the journey there were various opportunities to get off the train, stretch you legs, and buy homemade food from the bambooshka’s waiting at the numerous station platforms. One of these stops was at Mogocha, which reaches temperatures of -62C in the wintertime, and was described by Lonely Planet as one of the harshest climates on earth. Allegedly ‘No one get’s off the train here’, but that didn’t perturb Josh and me from jumping off in shorts and Tees, needless to say it was a wee bit nippy, and we were glad of the wave of sweltering heat upon our re-embarkation. The same sweltering heat which a couple of short hours later meant that there was a new contender for the title of ‘harshest climate on Earth.’