St Petersburg to Yekaterinburg: train with Platskart 
Alexei wipes the sweat from his forehead, his shirt sticking to the back and leaves the impression of his schwabbligen back and neck stand up when he order for his cigarettes to . Search When he through the passage of the Transsiberian Railway in the car 11 runs from Moscow to Yekaterinburg, leaving the Necktar that drips from his armpits (already has since he started 2 days ago the long journey from the Ukraine, with its 4-member family) has a distinctive fragrance.
The Wagon 11 in which about 53 other passengers Vitalis, Natasha and Alexandar located just left the station in Moscow. Everywhere people begin to spread their imported feeding packages. Within seconds, the tables are covered and 28 degrees to the room temperature is now joined by the smell of chicken thighs, Aufbrühsuppen of all kinds, blood sausage, coupled with that of stale warm beer and of course vodka. Along with the foul stench of Vitalis feet, which it already now for 71 years and many many miles have all worn out and nowhere, and Vitalis honestly earned sweat, and now even the smoke from each time you open the rickety car door next sleeper No.38 is blown into the room, this results in a descriptive hardly Mixture.
Irina, 30, and a happy mother of a 2 year old sweet daughter (Dasha), comes straight out of the urine and feces and dirt soiled toilet back in the 11th Wagon Again the old rotten door slams against the bed of number 38 which is at the top 37 on bed. As Irina is a doctor from Perm, she takes it with hygiene in more detail than most people on this train. The delicate and sweet fragrance of the soap on their hands to feel almost strange and unfamiliar. Irina is the wife of Alexandar. Alexander wipes since leaving permanently dry his forehead with a towel. In recent years he has doubled his weight to a total of almost 157 kg. Straight in such circumstances he noticed the change in his body promptly. Irina's culinary skills are probably just too good to be able to withstand them. As Alexei
from smoking comes back he is breathing well on top of the head of passenger 38 from which is currently in his bunk ... "Why do I do this to me? Why we have taken only the 3rd class? Why do not I lie on the beach in Thailand? How are we to endure only 32 hours in this train? Non-stop, "he asks himself and his slightly younger travel partner. Then the 33-year climb from his practice about 1.80 m long and 60cm wide sofa home and slips into his flip flops. He is a very attractive muscular Man who looks younger than his real age, even though you gave him the hardships of the last days and weeks, much of his face looks. Suddenly he snapped
to the arms of his traveling companion and you make Kathy and Andy (# 38 :-) on the way through the train, in up to No. 5 car, the dining car. As the door rises, he is like the Garden of Eden and they can not believe their eyes. Civilization! There even appears to operate-a double of Dolly Buster with an excerpt from Munich to Vladivostok and a mini skirt with black lace, like a loving guardian angel.
Da da (yes) ... Vodka! And after the 5th glass of pure vodka (0.5 liters of vodka and 1 Liter orange juice for 20 €) must be digested the experience for now. Again the view of the train ticket and a final reference in the "Lonely Planet":
"PLATSKART is ideal for 1-night trips. However, several days traveling the scene reminded many times to a carriage for refugees. Everywhere there are clothes, lie, sit or stand where people passed around bread, tea or fish soups. Here is a baby's just in his pot pieselt while just any other liquid runs down the corridor. Some say, however, (especially women traveling alone) that this is at least better than with three Russian men alone in the compartment to be. It's also a great way to know the Russians very simple. Platskart tickets cost half or even 2 / 3 less than 2 Class tickets. Those who opt for this transportation, but should avoid certain places that were there: 4, 33, 38 and 52 (!!!), 54 These places are at the end of the corridor where the light shines in at night, very much activity there and the smell of the toilet can be heard clearly ... "
Well, why do you look at the only all? Verenale, tell me what time it au!
Verena: "Weisch Andy, you really Weische but himself. What happened when we were initially shocked and drank the first shock-and vodka? We are full of Enthusiasm and have turned back the first film in the Transib. And from there we found it but really really good again. We are back and had to laugh, then the comic action with the old Russian woman and the next morning it was yet again a self-sustaining. Suddenly, the ice was broken and we were back all family: the fat Alexander, Alexei sweating and all the others. We were back in the midst of our adventure! Suddenly, talk with hands and feet, exchanged pictures and music, played with Kinderle, alas, no matter how different people were all equal, all were sitting in a boat or train. This is travel. This is the Transib and not in the 1st class of Russia . Go In the end we have even embraced the Stinky and all had a good feeling in the heart, or Andy?
Andy: "Verena, hasch you like (almost) always right! Nastrovje! (Just sitting in Yekaterinburg, 1600 km away from Moscow, and can not sleep because of the time difference is why we drink another bottle of vodka, even if the time difference is only 2 hours so slowly, we probably arrived in Russkia .....)
Here are a few lines to St. Petersburg:
A great city with great cultural (z, B. Amber Room). Almost every house is a landmark. Madness. Here I need to come here in winter time. At each corner a stretch limo, but not so Mini things to like us, but at least twice as large and pink, etc. Russians have for luxury and decadence. It also seems to marry her hobby. Every day for brides with 50-10 Limos, porn stars, guests and white doves in the hands of incredible! A week has now passed on, St. Petersburg is far behind us and now I'm sitting here in a small apartment, more precisely in a tiny kitchen in Yekaterinburg, in the middle of Siberia. One thing you learn quickly here that hostels are not THE hostels we from Australia, Germany and Portugal know about, NO, make it flats (about 40 square meters) of poor students who distributed just eight bunk beds in living room, hallway and bedroom. At the front door a sign says but only a number code that you enter at the front door must and you're hanging there in the new home where rugs on the wall and the same device more like a granny flat. But what can you expect more for 500 rubles (10 euros) per night. We do we always feel good, especially after 29 hours by train with the Transib as one wishes, just a shower and even the world looks much cleaner and easier from smelling. To the train and the circumstances which we have since rolled over I have already said above enough, but we came, with all due respect this sensitive topic, as on the journey to Auschwitz I to Dachau concentration camp (without any Veri-or Andy-exaggeration) 54 people packed together in a wagon, smells mixed in food, sweat and stale beer, we are right in the middle ... everything reminded constantly of the film "Schindler's List" (which is also a great book), despite all the a train ride with friendly Russians, we barely understood but somehow understood, beautiful scenery and after 29 hours ratter ratter I sit contentedly in the Omaküche and wiedermal know why it pays to be subjected to such hardships. It's great to get to know the REAL Russia to see how civilized everything with us to go and once again understand the world a bit better and to respect. What is the name of one of my favorite sayings so beautiful, every journey itself out to the world ... Good night from the depths of Siberia ...
Being crazy in the lake ... 
... wohoooo fischis are there ..... 
Here we are! 
A boat trip on Lake Baikal. 
Not a soul only traces of the shamans are seen 
SMILE FOR YOU :-) 
... just wonderful ... 
There are no roads ... 
... small wooden houses ... 
... galopieren wild horses through the countryside 
... Baikal water is said to have healing powers 
Nikitas, our home for 3 days - back to basics with wood showers and latrines. 
Siberia, the source of Shamanism: each cloth stands for a wish. 
... of course I also have a desire in the vastness of nature sent ... 
... a piece of paradise - so peaceful and quiet ... 
The view from our small cottage - just wonderful 
by minibus from Irkutsk to Baikal Lake. 
