Travelling With the Locals:
At the end of each carriage there is a samovar which dispenses hot water for passengers to use for preparation of their noodles, tea and coffee. Travelling in plaskartny ('open carriage' or third class) we found ourselves the only foreigners on board for most of the trip. The trains were filled with traders and babushkas or grandmothers and older ladies on their way to visit their families. They were as intrigued by us as we were by them.
Often in plaskartny or third class we would be stared at amidst a chorus of gossip before a young person was found who spoke some English and could ask questions. In one such instance a young girl came and sat opposite us. "Hello," she said. "Where are you from?" We told her we were from England which she translated to the crowd gathered who began nodding. "What are you doing here?" she asked. "We are on holiday" we replied. "Why?" we were asked, and would be asked time and time again. We had no answer other than "We like it here," a response met with confusion, but approval. She was the same age as me (twenty three) but was already married and planning a family. When we asked her why she was planning children so soon she simply replied, "It is what is expected".
The other passengers were friendly but abrupt. Plaskartny is not a tourist experience, and all of the other passengers we encountered were simply carrying out routine journeys. Huge piles of food such as bread, cheese, sausage, olives, seeds and cakes were brought on board by our Russian passengers who never visited the restaurant car. We followed their lead and stocked up prior to journeys for what we termed our 'Russian picnics'. We visited the restaurant car on the final train from Ulan-Ude to Mongolia which served Mongolian fare. Again we were greeted with general amazement but politeness.
The choice of what to eat was a challenge. I read some Cyrillic letters, but we could not decipher the menu, so we simply pointed to an item on the menu. It turned out to be Buzz (Mongolian meat dumplings) which, thankfully, were reasonably priced and tasty.
Reading signs is a problem you will encounter from the beginning. Even in Moscow there are no English signs (or even Roman alphabet translations) on shops, restaurants, metro stations or maps. Some knowledge of the Cyrillic alphabet (which is used for both Russian and Mongolian languages) is essential.
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