28 Aug Winter on the Trans Mongolian Railway
I started to pen a dark and moody piece about crossing Russia on the Trans Mongolian Railway during the depths of a Siberian winter.
Of how harsh the Russian climate can be at that time of year. Of how there’s an austere beauty in the bleak solitude of her snow-blasted villages. A sense of resignation in the puffy faces of those station vendors, whose lives in which you play the most minor of roles.
In the end I thought stuff it, what’s with all the poetic crap!
Instead, here’s are a dozen or so pics from a recent winter journey on the Trans Mongolian Railway that’ll do a much better job.
For those looking for some poetry on the topic, check out The Great Railway Bazaar by Paul Theroux.