Showing posts with label Railways. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Railways. Show all posts

Sunday, July 18, 2010

Trans Siberian Railway thoughts

My dad recently sent me photos of the deluxe observation cars on his railway travels in Alaska. I wish the Trans Siberian railway had such good observation cars – or observation. Outward visibility is one of the main problems (after the fact my compartments have been like saunas). I've been in ‘Kupé’ class compartments containing four bunks and one window. When the door is closed I can only see out one side, which on most of my five Kupé trains (which exclude the high speed Siemens deluxe intercity train from St. Petersburg to Moscow) has been to the north side, which is not the side with the kilometre markers. I have had the top bunk four times out of five and I prefer this because it gives me more of my own space. But it's even harder to see from the top bunk because the window doesn't extend high enough so you have to either lie on your chest and bend your neck or get into other contortions to see out.

The alternatives are the corridor windows, or a little window at near the toilet which is sometimes not locked. That window is the main point for fresh air – the problem with the vestibule (through another door) is that it smells like a cloud of smoke if people are there or, worse, an ashtray if they’re not. The freshest air is in the passage between the carriages but that’s not practical because there are inter-sliding floor plates, dangerous holes, terrific noise, and there is no room for people to pass you.

I have just inspected, on my last segment, the Platskartny class carriages. These are more open bunk arrangements – still with groups of four bunks but another pair along the opposite window and no doors or walls in between. (I think at least the transverse bunks must be shorter – and my Kupé bunk isn't long enough for my 168cm - because they also have to fit the width of the longitudinal bunks into the train.) When I travel on Russian trains again I will go with the Platskartny class because it will be easier to see out both sides, because I think the camaraderie looks more fun and because it will cost less.


Unfortunately I did not properly photograph my compartment. Kupé compartment (left) and Platskartny carriage - photos from The Man in Seat Sixty-One.


Despite mentioning that I would like to be able to see out more easily, the natural landscape has been the only big disappointment of my trips. Ninety five percent of the route has been uninteresting to look at. It reminds me of the interior of British Colombia, both for being boring, and for being less than I’d expected. The exceptions in Russia were near Lake Baikal where there was some relief (I use the word in both meanings). I learn too late from my guidebook that the really good scenery is on the Baikal-Amur Mainline route.

The cultural landscape, on the other hand, has exceeded my hopes. Fantastically fascinating. Settlements from towns up to cities display a lot more Soviet legacy than I’d expected. I haven’t been able to ask anybody but my feeling is that the Lenin statues and local hero statues have faded into the invisible landscape that nobody would bother to erase. Hammer and sickle ornaments cast iron bridge railings would take a lot of resources to replace. What I haven’t been able to measure is the emotional side. Would Russians tear Lenin down more often if it were easy, or do they miss the guaranteed health, education and employment that he promised and generally delivered? (Russia remains a very socialist country and the health care and education are still essentially guaranteed.)

The smaller settlements don’t display any political position I can decode. I shared my Kupé compartment from Moscow to Yekaterinburg with an American who has lived here for ten years. He confirmed my suspicion that they were changed no more by the transition from Communism to the free market as they had been by the Russian Revolution. They seem to concentrate more on survival. Some of them are on permafrost and one at least has to cope with a total annual temperature range of 110°C.

Having had eight nights in Kupé compartments I’m now pretty familiar with the routines. I have been paying for a daily meal (although it didn't seem to arrive on my last full day). One of the dining car staff comes mid-morning to ask what you want. I can never understand much of this dialogue but it involves the words ‘rice’ or ‘puré’ (mashed potato) and at least once involved the international sign signal for beef. (This is indicated with fingers representing horns. The international sign signal for chicken is wagging arms.)

The selected meal will arrive within a few hours. Companions who selected more cleverly will be served as much as an hour earlier because all the servings of their choice are prepared first. The rest of the meals are self-managed and the options are the dining car, when it deigns to be open, or fast food from station platforms, supermarkets near stations, or, theoretically, restaurants in stations. I have not tried the last option because there has so rarely been time.

Regarding the dining car, it may be a privatized concession but it still seems a bit Soviet to me. There are normally more staff than customers and they are all busy checking and rechecking the inventory and there is a distinct impression that any sale would impose a lot of extra stock management. What I don’t understand is what happened to the profit motive – it certainly doesn’t seem to have reached the staff. My chief disappointment about the dining cars is that there is none of the (drunken) atmosphere I’d expected from movies. I imagined I’d be sharing endless rounds of vodka but there’s almost nobody to do it with.


Yekaterinburg to Irkutsk dining car.


Blagovenshchensk to Vladivostok dining car.

A confusion, which is actually not a confusion, is the complete use of Moscow time. When I’d read about this I thought it was political Moscow centralism. All timetables (except for local commuter trains) refer to Moscow time. Clocks in trains and train stations across the country show Moscow time. As I ride in my seventh and last time zone (nearing Vladivostok) I can see that this is the most practical method. Perhaps it would never go down well in Canada, Australia or the US (the other countries where I have ridden transcontinental trains) but it’s the best way here. I’ve kept my watch on Moscow time and it makes interpreting the onboard timetables very simple, particularly as most of the time the trains arrive and depart at the scheduled minute. In my case my train to Blagoveshchensk lost two hours in the middle of the second night and never caught up, but others maintain the schedule to the minute day in day out. The Lonely Planet guide explains that train managers get bonuses for on-time performance – and that the schedules are set very conservatively to make this possible. I wish the on-board timetable would list the kilometre marks (distance from Moscow) at each scheduled stop. Because I often wanted to know when to be awake to see something mentioned in the Lonely Planet I was always having to cross reference my Moscow-watch, the kilometre marks mentioned in the guidebook, the timetable, and the difficult-to-glimpse kilometre marks beside the track. It must be so much easier for the thousand other passengers who don’t care.

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Tuesday, December 18, 2007

Bucharest

(SPECIAL NOTE: I'm uploading these pictures directly from my memory card in a Belgrade Internet cafe and have no opportunity to crop or manipulate them. I hope to fix them up eventually)

Half my Bucharest adventure was getting there. I took the overnight train from Istanbul and had a couchette to myself once the other occupant complained that it was freezing. (I thought it was roasting.) It was pretty comfortable and the scenery traversing Bulgaria was pretty impressive.



En route through Bulgaria from Istanbul to Bucharest.



En route through Bulgaria from Istanbul to Bucharest.



En route through Bulgaria from Istanbul to Bucharest.


The border crossings (first from Turkey into Bulgaria, and then from Bulgaria into Romania) were a little bit oppressive. The first one was at about 3am and the most complicated part was getting the Turkish exit stamp. Everybody had to climb out of the train, shuffle through bitter wind to the passport control office (which was only slightly warmer than the platform) and then line up for the sole officer to stamp our passports. Having done this I shuffled back to my sauna-compartment, only to face neighbor's begging for help at the duty free. The things I'll do for a pretty woman! We shuffled back to the platform and I showed my passport at the duty free kiosk and she bought three cartons of Marlboros and then I went back to my warmth. About an hour later we were shunted across the border and the Romanian officials were searching her couchette and all I could imagine was the interior of the Romanian jail where I'd have plenty of time to contemplate aiding and abetting a smuggler. Luckily it didn't come to that...

In fact the Romanian authorities were quite welcoming. They did search my compartment about three times (looking for Gypsies?) but at least they did the formalities on the train and eventually we set off across Bulgaria. Once the sun rose I found it to be rather like Canada. The train kept getting later and later and we finally got to Bucharest about four hours late.


Bucharest.



Bucharest.



Bucharest.


I liked Bucharest but as I didn't really have a program there two days was enough. I bought some essential clothing and walked for miles and miles snapping whatever. A highlight was a couple of photo exhibitions at the National Theatre (and sneaking into the main concert hall during a setup) and general strolling around.


Bucharest National Theater.



Bucharest National Theater.



Bucharest.



Bucharest.



Bucharest.



Bucharest.


Following Bucharest - overnight to Belgrade.

Istanbul to Bucharest


Waiting room at Sirkeci Train Station, Istanbul

I'm writing this from Belgrade (with Alanis Morissette blaring in this Internet Cafe), which I think is in Serbia. I'll write about it soon but first I'll try to catch up by talking about Turkey.

I've only had a few hours in Turkey so far - I went straight from the airport to the station to catch a train to Bucharest. But I enjoyed my brief exposure to Turkey and look forward to getting back there in a few days. I'm going to meet a special friend in the south and we're going to hike and relax.

I guess I don't actually have much to report no Turkey so I'll send this and move on to Bucharest.

Saturday, October 20, 2007

Lame-o Five

Have you heard of the newest fad in the blogosphere? Listing the five things you do, did or like that some may consider “totally lame,” but that you are totally proud of.

I'm on to this raging fad because of El Beño.

Not to be left behind...

FIRST: I never buy or watch pirated DVDs and I do not own pirated music. This self-righteousness has not made me new friends but I will not dither. As an artist who has made very very very little money from art I sympathise with those who need to protect their work. I heartily approve of artists who give their work free, who encourage sharing knowing that they will benefit in the end, and those who offer their work for any price (yeah, Radiohead) but I also strive to protect those who put their work up for sale and do not expect to be robbed. I am not swayed by arguments that "that [artist's name] is already so rich". The problem with this is that some friends stare at me strangely and necessarily don't invite me to their movie nights. And I have to pay a lot more in the short run.

SECOND: I am a rabid Greg Keelor fan. Greg is one of the singer/songwriters in Blue Rodeo and my favorite musician. I have a story about Greg stopping a song to ask me if I'd told him to shut up. He was starting to sing something a cappella (was it 'Diamond Mine'?) in Philadelphia and some drunk Canadian women in the audience would not stop talking. I yelled 'Shut up' at THEM and Greg stopped and said "Did you tell me to shut up?" He understood and was joking but I was devastated. Later I managed to say "I didn't mean you" and he grinned and said he knew. Special note to Jim Cuddy fans: Jim is awesome too and I'm not interested in arguments about who is better. Greg is only my favorite musician in the world but I admire Jim very much. (And he's a lot friendlier with strangers like me than Greg is. Only Jim would have noticed that I was following Blue Rodeo around the British Isles and dedicated a song to me half way through the tour.)

THIRD: I like railway (/railroad) locomotives, rolling stock (but not long German four-wheelers), tracks (especially), signals, couplers (but not buffers), schedules, crews, maps, history, pioneers, museums, stations, yards, tunnels, bridges, crossings, legends, models, games, fiction, archeology, policy, advocacy, politics, passengers and TRAVEL.

FOURTH: I buy and wear used clothing whenever possible.

FIFTH: I declared all my earnings when I was a restaurant server in Montreal. More self-righteousness. I get very impatient with members of the artist / bohemian crowd (who made up the staff where I worked) who demand government services (especially to artists and bohemians) but who do not pay their share of taxes. I wonder if this was an indirect cause of my sacking - the stated reason was shabby dress (see #4 above?). Restaurant serving was the job I think I've done best in my whole life and which I've enjoyed the most.

Tuesday, November 21, 2006

Farewell to Liberia; itinerary planning


Angola, December 7, 2003


This is my eighth last day in Liberia. Here's my probable itinerary for the next eight weeks. Details subject to change.


  • Friday November 30: Last day in Buchanan

  • Saturday December 1: Fly Monrovia via Dakar overnight to Brussels

  • Sunday December 2: Arrive Brussels, fly to London; Consume litres and litres of fresh milk

  • Monday December 4 to Friday December 8: Work at Merlin London HQ, completing a hospital patient satisfaction survey analysis and report, debriefing for Liberia and briefing for Sri Lanka; Watch the new James Bond film.

  • Tuesday December 12: EuroStar London to Brussels - then Amsterdam

  • Sunday December 17: EuroStar Brussels to London

  • Monday December 18: Dad arrives in London; to Aunt Jill's in Nottingham

  • Wednesday December 20: Fly East Midlands Airport to Cyprus with Dad

  • Wednesday December 27: Return Cyprus to East Midlands Airport; To York

  • Thursday December 28: National Rail Museum and Humber Bridge with Dad

  • Saturday December 30: Dad to Canada; To Belfast

  • Tuesday January 2: Belfast to London

  • Wednesday January 3: London to Ottawa

  • Friday January 5: Ottawa via Chicago to Washington DC

  • Sunday January 7: Pick up, load U-Haul truck with personal effects; Drive U-Haul to Harrisburg, Pennsylvania

  • Monday January 8: Drive U-Haul to Syracuse, New York

  • Tuesday January 9: Drive U-Haul to Ottawa

  • Wednesday January 10: Unload U-Haul in Osgoode

  • Saturday January 13: Fly Ottawa to London

  • Sunday January 14: Fly London to Sri Lanka????

Friday, December 30, 2005

2005 wrap up


Kitchen department, Liberian Government Hospital, Buchanan, Liberia
December 31, 2005


Best wishes for a wonderful 2006 to any readers out there.


I'm writing this at 10:13pm on New Year's Eve and I think I'll be too tired to stay awake until midnight.

What an amazing year I've had. In these 12 seemingly brief months I took a mere 60 flights, visiting eight new countries (Brazil, Thailand, Malaysia, Cambodia, Ireland, India, Nepal and Liberia, bringing my official country total to 40), riding overnight trains in India, Canada and the US, and setting foot on five continents. I finished one job (working for the Survey Action Center in Afghanistan), started and finished another (with Oxfam in Afghanistan) and begun a third (with Merlin in Liberia).

Amongst my adventures were the following (not quite chronologically):


  • Leaving Afghanistan on Business class, drinking Turkish coffee in Istanbul - and then finding myself back in Kabul six weeks later;

  • Dancing until dawn in Itajuba, Brazil during Carnaval;

  • Being spied on by monkeys with Jenny on the Pao De Acucar in Rio de Janeiro;

  • Riding an elephant through the jungles of western Thailand after rafting through gorges, jumping off waterfalls, and enjoing welcome serenity in an eco lodge;

  • Learning to Scuba diving at Koh Chang, Thailand;

  • Taking my most comfortable (yet affordable) overnight train trips ever (Bangkok to Chang Mai) in Thailand;

  • Climbing and pondering the incredible monastery at Angkor Wat, Cambodia;

  • Swearing yet again that I'd attended my last Formula 1 Grand Prix (this time in Malaysia);

  • Gazing up (from valley floors) and down (from tiny aircraft) at the most beautiful country (Afghanistan) I've ever seen;

  • Being given an improbably large number of interpretations of whether or not the Holy Koran permits alcohol consumption;

  • Being told (before takeoff from Yawkalang airfield above 8'000 feet in the Central Highlands of Afghanistan) that we would make an immediate right-turn because otherwise "if one of the engines fails we'll hit that hill...";

  • Being the only person to follow Blue Rodeo around all twelve of their UK tour gigs - and in so doing drinking Guinness with some of them until long after their Bambridge show, being played 'Lost Together' for my personal loyalty in Leeds, and bar hopping with some of them and their most wonderful fans in Dublin;

  • Continuing the process of falling in love with Scotland;

  • Realizing that the Kings Cross bomb exploded 48 hours to the minute after I'd been there;

  • Visiting the incredible Taj Mahal but also the arguably more wonderful nearby Agra Fort;

  • Being required by kidnapping threats to ride cars from within and between walled compounds in Kabul;

  • Emerging from an ultra-modern cinema in Delhi into a darkened shopping precinct and bumping into a very dark and sacred cow;

  • Feeling a gentle swaying of the ground in Kabul - then flying to Delhi before learning that it had been a devastating earthquake in Kashmir;

  • Reaching out to hold hands with friends - riding in a separate speeding auto rickshaw weaving in and out of Delhi traffic;

  • Discovering truly wonderful restaurants in Delhi that would star even if I hadn't just emerged from Afghanistan;

  • Relaxing on a houseboat in Srinagar - then while at 10,050' in Indian-administered Kashmir being hailed by my tour guide from western Thailand;

  • Wallowing in the friendliness and extreme comfort of Kathmandu;

  • Feasting at American Thanksgiving (with great friends old and new);

  • Confirming once and for all that I'm too old to sleep on transcontinental railways without a bed;

  • Not sleeping in one bed for more than five consecutive nights between October 8 and December 25 (as I've already moaned);

  • Requiring the services of an English <> English translator in Liberia;

  • Beginning my potentially most rewarding and meaningful job ever.

Above all meeting lots of people in lots of countries, almost all of whom are immeasurably more gentle than their governments, and meeting and revisiting many wonderful and very very special friends (in one or two cases, quite unexpectedly). Almost my only regret in 2005 was that I couldn't go to see all the rest of my friends. You're all welcome to come and visit me in Liberia!!



Happy New Year.

Sunday, October 2, 2005

India planning




What a crazy few days it's been. I've had a lot of work to do but it seems to be under control now. I'm now NOT going to a climate change conference in New Delhi at the end of October because it won't happen until later. But I AM still supposed to leave my job on the 10th (I'm still unclear why) ... so I'll have a three-week holiday (with pay). I'm still going to go to New Delhi but only for me, not for work. My travel theme will be 1) trains and 2) mountains. That's normally all it takes to make me happy. However, making me happy is a pretty tall order at the moment.


I expect to fly back to India on Saturday. I'll stay as much as a week at the Icon Villa where I was in September - where I'll re-gather myself and work out a plan, while visiting friends and the National Railway Museum. Then it's off to the Himalayas - and maybe even Nepal.


In other news, I'm experimenting with Mark McIntyre's Web Album Generator 1.6.5 software available free from http://www.ornj.net/[....]

Monday, September 19, 2005

Taj Mahal


Taj Mahal
September 17, 2005

I had a splendid weekend with colleagues Quokka, Candace and Christian and Quokka's friends Miranda, Finn and Jeremy. We returned by train from Agra to Delhi on Sunday. I like Indian train travel - at least the two trips I've had so far. As my friends here now know, if it's on rails I love it and I hope to go to the Railway Museum before leaving Delhi. The Indian trains I've seen seem a bit antiquated but quite smooth and quite efficient. Our trip to and from Agra took about three hours. The train is electric-hauled and the track gauge is broader than standard (but I haven't found what it is yet).

We had a fairly busy weekend although we didn't see everything that was on our list. On Saturday we visited the Taj Mahal and its thousands of other tourists. On Sunday morning three of us went to the Agra fort. Both were wonderful. I'm currently selecting pictures for a Taj Mahal and an Agra Fort web page.

Today is our forth-last day in New Delhi.

I've updated my map of countries I've visited.