Unfortunately, this was the exact time that the German train union decided to go on strike. Something like that would not be a big deal in the US, because we barely use trains at all. In euroland, it's an enormously big deal, because trains are used about a bazillion times more often there. This strike was only scheduled to be 3 hours long, but it still delayed my train something like 4 hours from arriving on time.
Eventually the train arrived around 0100 or something like that, and I got on. This was the first Russian train that I had been on, and I could tell the difference immediately. The first thing I noticed was this sign next to the electrical outlet in the hallway:
Which was a bummer, because I was really hoping to charge my phone.
This was in a sleeper car, which is composed of about 12 little cabins, each one with 3 beds in it, all stacked on top of each other. Here is a view looking down the little hallway. Windows on the right, the cabins on the left:
It was super narrow, so you'd always have to squeeze past people when someone was in the hall looking out the window or you were passing the opposite direction as someone else.
As far as I could tell, I was the only person in the entire car who was not Russian. I spoke very little Russian, just the basics (please, thank you, hello, my name is, I don't understand, etc) that I had taught myself the previous week. There was one guy who spoke some English, but he was it. The two other people in my cabin spoke pretty much zero English.
I had the top bed, and they really pack you in on these things:
That's my small black backpack on the left, and I had my larger backpack with my clothes in it jammed up above my head in a small space. As you can see, it would not be wise to sit up too fast when in the top bunk.
Here's a view looking down from the top bunk:
Yes, that's a ladder. The top bunk was probably about 7-8 feet up, so each cabin had a little ladder in it to get up there. It got in the way a lot, so my cabinmates disconnected it once I got up into my bunk. It was fine because I'm in decent shape so I could scramble up and down OK, but I can't imagine what it would be like for an older person or someone not in decent shape.
As you can see, there's a small table there and also a small cushioned bench. That's it as far as furniture goes. Most people spent their time just laying on their bunks reading or sleeping.
The train ride was pretty uneventful. One of my cabinmates was a guy in his mid-40s who as far as I can tell invented some kind of Russian foosball game and was traveling around trying to sell it to people. The other was an old retired schoolteacher turned poet who did not have a very high opinion of Americans. The first words out of her mouth when she found out I was from the US were "Obama bad! Bad Obama! Putin good!", while pointing at me as if I were Obama. I tried to explain I was not Obama, but any mention of his name was immediately met with an "Obama bad! Putin good!"
By the end of the trip, she and I were best buds, though. She was cutting me slices of bread off the brown loaf she brought and feeding me slices of sausage. tyvm, babushka!
What changed her opinion was a little interaction we had after about a day of failed communication. She kept saying things to me in Russian, which I would reply to in Russian with either "I don't understand" or "I'm sorry, I don't speak Russian". I guess because I was saying these things in Russian, she decided that I must know at least some amount of Russian, because she kept speaking to me in Russian. I'd reply with one of the above, and she'd get frustrated, then try speaking to me in Russian again 5 minutes later. Foosball just slept the entire time after showing me some photos of his foosball table.
Eventually, this happened:
(translated from Russian)
Her: (something in Russian)
Me: I don't understand
Her: (something in Russian)
Me: I don't understand
Her: (something in Russian)
Me: I don't understand
Her: (something in Russian)
Me: I don't understand
Her: (very frustrated) I don't understand, I don't understand, I don't understand
Me: My name is... I don't understand
She looked at me for a second, then she just lost it and started laughing like crazy. I started laughing as well, and so did Foosball. I guess that was the tension breaker we needed, because from that point onward, her attempts to speak Russian to me decreased in number and were much friendlier. She started feeding me food and reading me poetry out of a poetry book she had written. By the time we arrived in Moscow, I had been upgraded to "You good. You GOOD American!" which I took as a victory for my efforts at improving US/Russian relations.
We stopped at various towns and cities on the way to Moscow, but all the stops were brief, only 5-20 minutes each time. The one exception was going through Belarus. We stopped there at the border and after the border control folks zipped through all the Russians, they got to me. I think some of the Russians became irritated that I was on the train because the Belarus border control people really slowed down when they got to me. I had all my papers in order (including the ridiculous 24 hour health insurance policy the Belarus government forces you to buy), but they went over everything very closely. They also went through both of my backpacks, which I didn't see them do with any of the Russians. I didn't have anything interesting, so it ended up being a non-event, but it did take a while.
Eventually we continued on our way. We got into Moscow at 0330, thanks to the initial delay in Berlin. Moscow has 9 major train stations. Here's what one of them looks like at 0330:
I was super glad that I had picked and already booked a place to stay that was close to the train station. I stayed at the
Sleepbox hotel, which is a "module" hotel that uses little modular compartments instead of rooms. It's one step up from a capsule hotel. The modules look like this:
Inside is a bed, a TV, and a small ledge/desk type thing that you sit on the bed to use. The bathrooms are shared baths in the hall. I'm not picky, so this kind of setup is ideal for me as a traveler. Close to the train station, cheap, and clean. The internet was also super fast, faster than any internet I'd used on the entire trip to date.
Checked in around 0400, zonked out until 0930, then headed out to check out Moscow.