Where Anthony Makes An Appearance
Saturday, October 3rd, 2009It is quite easy to spot other backpackers on the trans-Siberian. Even as out of practise as we have been through lack of opportunity these past few weeks. So while waiting for 11:15pm to roll around it is a nice surprise to see a young guy come into the waiting hall and stand beside his green pack. The ability to differentiate is possible because locals travel in one of three ways. No luggage at all or maybe an overnight bag. Even if the journey is nearly two days long. Otherwise they will be lugging one of those ungainly square rice bags, the largest size only. Or else it may be a collection of string tied boxes. Rarely a suitcase and never a backpack. So Anthony, for this was his name, really stood out. A Scot who lives in Northern Ireland as we found out in the preliminary conversation. Then our train was finally announced but we would see him again soon enough as he was booked into the same Irkutsk hostel. Yes a hostel, and we know where it is. This time was going to be easy. [read on]