On the first morning I woke up feeling surprisingly refreshed. The bunk bed was comfortable (although it didn’t look it) and the motion of the train helped lull me to sleep.
I woke up hungry and ventured down the train to find the restaurant car. On the Chinese section of the journey this car was provided by Chinese railways, so the food was Chinese and so were the staff. I must have been early because the car was still closed, but they let me in to sit down. It was nice to chat easily with the Chinese staff and they offered to cook me breakfast right there and then. I haven’t met many Russian passengers yet, but so far they don’t seem to speak much English. This is merely an observation not a criticism as my Russian ability is non-existent. One of the attendants spoke to me in German as I tried to ask about the restaurant by miming eating to her, but I couldn’t even remember the word for ‘breakfast.’ Thanks goodness I at least have Chinese to help me in some situations. It may not help me with the Russians, but at least I have a double chance of successfully communicating with someone. Language gives you power – it puts you in control of your destiny in a foreign land.
沈阳
9am: We just made the first stop, at Shenyang station. Never one of my favourite Chinese cities, Shenyang actually ranks pretty low on my personal Chinese cities scale for likeability. I remember the first time I saw Shenyang in the spring of 2006 as I finally stumbled off a train all the way from Guangzhou, 2 nights later. I was desperate for a shower and hadn’t slept properly for the entire journey. During my time living in Dandong and Dalian I made several trips to Shenyang, mainly to apply for Korean work visas at the unhelpful embassy there.
长春
The train started moving again, pulled out of Shenyang station and headed off towards Haerbin. According to my 2003 edition of the Trans-Siberian Handbook there are two stops between Shenyang and Haerbin. Siping, a small nondescript industrial city, which I’d heard of but never visited and Changchun, provincial capital of Jilin and former capital of Manchuria when it was Japanese occupied and known as Manchukuo. Volkswagen has a large factory in Changchun and my former colleagues often took business trips there. After Changchun we reach Haerbin, city of ice and Russian architecture. I went there in February this year to see the famous ice lantern festival, which is spectacular and worth the trip.
Yesterday at the hostel I was reading a blog by an Austrian called Helmut. He had made many long-distance train journeys and was a bit of a train enthusiast/geek. His blog was fascinating, especially the sections about his ambitious trip to North Korea by train from Moscow, in fact this very train that I’m riding on now. He continued travelling past Beijing and into Pyongyang. This isn’t so special, as I know it’s possible to catch this train from Dandong and continue into DPRK if you’ve previously made the right arrangements with visas etc. But what made Helmut’s trip so adventurous was that he crossed the border not at Dandong, but further north from Russia at a point supposedly off-limits to Western travellers. Helmut noticed that on his Vienna-issued North Korean visa it listed the name of this border crossing point as a default destination. He decided to cross and made it successfully over the border, getting some rare and interesting photos, and finally reached Pyongyang by train. Helmut wrote that the crossing wasn’t problematic, but that afterwards there were a few repercussions at the travel agency, who had gotten into some trouble with the authorities. This might be the last time foreigners are allowed to cross at this border for a long time and Dandong might now be the only place.
I can smell myself already, so am wondering about the logistics of washing on this train. There are no showers but in my car there’s an extra large bathroom intended for wheelchair bound travellers. It should be easy to strip down and wash using a cup of water.
Three additions that would improve this train immensely:
- showers
- power sockets in every compartment.
- wifi
My cabin mates are two Asian looking Russian women. They are mother and daughter from Ulan-Ude, a Siberian city near Irkutsk. The girl speaks quite good English so we are able to have a conversation. She tells me that they come from the Buryat ethnic minority in Siberia.
My planned attempts at learning Russian have been sabotaged by the insanely high level of my ‘Taste of Russian’ podcasts. I’m still working on the Cyrillic alphabet though, because it would be helpful to be able to recognise place names.
四平
We just made a brief stop at Siping and it suddenly hit me that I’m going to miss China. The sky was bright blue and even an uninspiring place like Siping looked cheerful. The flat skyline outside was flanked with green fields scattered with little red roofed farms. At times we passed something ugly, like a quarry or a smelting plant, reminding me that Liaoning province was once known as the ‘rustbelt’ of China. The album ‘Charm of the Highway Strip’ was providing a predictable but soothing and perfectly apt soundtrack to this journey. Twelve hours on the train so far and many more to go!
哈尔滨
3.30 pm and a stop at Haerbin gave us chance to stock up on essential supplies; snacks and drinks. I saw an unusual two storey train, labelled ‘shuang ceng che’ (double floor train). It was very tall and looked interesting. I asked the station guard about it, as I’d never seen one before, but he told me they are very common in China.
大庆
5pm and we’ve arrived at Daqing. At dinnertime I finally made friends with the Russians in my compartment. We bonded over instant noodles, black bread and the Trans-Siberian Handbook. The girl was 15 and named Altania. She spoke good English but her mum only spoke Russian. They pointed out their city Ulan-Ude to me and showed me the photo of the giant sculpted Lenin head. The landscape around Daqing and beyond is very bleak and flat just deserted grassy plains scattered with swampy patches. Between Daqing and Manzhouli are a string of anonymous small towns.
I just found out that the train will cross the Russian border at 3am tomorrow. I prepared myself for a disturbed night and decided to try and sleep early, as the border crossing will definitely be a long process. I read that the train attendants practically drag sleeping passengers from their beds to complete border formalities, but my experience was nothing like this. I spent the rest of that evening reading and people-watching in the dining car. There were two groups of passengers that looked to be in the mood for a party. One bunch of uniformed Chinese train workers played an excitable game of Chinese chess in the corner. The other group of Chinese guys and one Russian (who I overheard speaking excellent English – I only assumed he was Russian, he could have been a native English speaker) came in, ordered a bottle of baijiu (Chinese rice vodka – very strong alcohol – vodka is a hundred times more palatable) and settled in for the evening. I could smell the baijiu as soon as they opened it.
The Russians I’ve seen so far have a distinctive look that’s hard to describe. Many of the girls wear tight revealing clothes and a lot of makeup. Often, the overall effect makes them appear slightly seedy, at least to my overly critical western eye. The men I’ve seen on the train look rough and quite intimidating, with strange haircuts and cheap sports clothes. It seems not uncommon for the average Russian citizen to live rather a hard life, even though Moscow is one of the richest and most expensive cities in the world. Maybe, like China, wealth is concentrated in the hands of the few while the general population remains relatively poor.
The guidebooks and blogs I’ve read often talk about the warmth and friendliness of the Russian people. When I encountered Russians in Dalian, this had never struck me on first impression, often quite the opposite. But my cabin mates on this train have been exceptionally friendly and hospitable.
I’m starting to settle into train life, although it would be nice to find some fellow English speakers as my Russian is truly non-existent and the mp3s I downloaded before the trip have let me down big time, as the level of Russian is much too high.