The train stops at the UB station for about half an hour, and by the time it pulls out, it was obvious almost everyone else were on this train just to get to UB. Only three of us were left on my carriage: myself, a Russian girl (twenty plus, who looks more Mongolian to me; and an American college boy.) They were in another room, so I am left alone in the room:
1) I was happy that there will be less people to share the toilet with;
2) Sad that there will be no one to have a conversation with the next 2 days;
3) Happy that I would not have to talk once I ran out of topic in the 4th and 5th days;
4) and worried that the bunch of friendly roommates would be replaced by the infamous Russian drunks.
Four years ago, in the same month of June, I had taken the train from UB to the Mongolia border, SukhBaatar. Not sure about getting the Russian visa worked out in UB then, I have decided against crossing into Russia. But I had vowed to be back again and eventually cross the border on train.
This being summer, the sunset came after 8pm.
The border seems to come with thickly forested (not rainforest-thick, but with pines.) I hope my flashlight that went off didn't spook any border patrol.
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