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Nearing the western border of Russia

As we moved closer to the border, the stations and towns became smaller and smaller (in Mongolia, the stations would become almost non-existent). The station stops were brief, and from the back of the train I could watch people cross the tracks to reach their homes. The sun was bright and the skies were clear. I stood at the back of the car and watched Russia recede.

I had met one small group of Russians on their way home. They spoke no English, but one was happy to greet a foreigner. He invited me to take his picture and tried to grab the provodnista so that she might enter the frame. She demurred, but he grabbed a fellow traveller and posed for me. He shook my hand afterwards; it disappeared in his massive grip. He laughed and joked with the other passengers. He looked as if he always was having the time of his life.

More photos of Moscow and my trip along the Trans-Siberian / Mongolian can be found at the links below:

Part one: The Trans-Siberian: Beautiful Monotony
Part two: The Trans-Mongolian: Contrasts