This morning we finally departed Suzdal, where our host shook our hands and waved us on our way; either oblivious to the events of the past few days, or mindful of them and the possibly hostile review that they would entail. Either way it was good to be back on the road again, catching an early afternoon bus to Vladimir where we were due to catch the 22:21 train to St. Petersburg. This meant that we had about 8 hours to kill in Vladimir, which whilst harbouring quite a few charming churches and thankfully lacking in soviet-era monstrosities, was hardly a hub of activity. So it came to pass that we whittled away the hours in a McCafe, before moving on to the train station to read amongst the homeless, having somehow stumbled into a waiting area which clearly doubled up as a shelter.
When the time eventually came for us to board the train there was a bit of a problem. It seemed that whilst I was seat/bed number 45 in carriage 6, Josh was seat/bed number 46 in carriage 8. Amazingly we had not noticed this when we bought the tickets from an automated machine last week, but the carriage attendant was not so lackadaisical. Fearing that we would be separated for the duration, we duly followed our charge as she beckoned us on to carriage 8, and somehow persuaded her colleague that we should be allowed to sleep in one of her bunk beds. Thankfully she agreed, and so we were spared the ignominy of once more sleeping with strangers.