The train journey to Beijing...

 Tuesday afternoon, August 28. Sunny.

The last 24 hours has been a bit of a test of our sense of humour and endurance under trying circumstances. I do not feel like going into chronological details so I will just give snippets of the last hours. First let me say that my spirits have been lifted by a good nights sleep, daylight, bright sunshine, coffee and an attempt at breakfast. [I suppose that because the Chinese likely do not eat bacon and eggs and they have no idea that it should be served hot, or at least slightly warm.]

The bunk beds, [this cabin can sleep four people!!!] are very, very narrow, had a thick carpet feel, with a clean sheet, pillow and duvet.

The communal wash room has three basins where you can observe how different people brush their teeth as you are trying to feel comfortable doing the same.

The toilets are of the 'Western' type where you are requested not to put the tissue in the toilet bowl. A discreet basket is provided for that purpose. [That has been the case on the Russian Train as well.] 

The countryside we passed on the way to Beijing has been varied. In the country there are largish settlements, built of brick that look quite quaint, yet very primitive. A few kilometres away there can be a 'city' that is newly built with rows of  buildings under construction, complete with satellite TV, air conditioning and solar panels. Unbelievable construction going on.

Corn fields! What in heavens name could they be doing with all the corn they are growing?

At about 200 miles from Beijing we could see the blue sky turn to white. Smog perhaps?

Your local butcher who just finished his 'Safe Food Handling Course!'

Fresh produce, outside, in the light Rain.

A Hot Pot dinner last night, my first! [And last.] The beer was good!

Lynn and Joe, cheery as usual, pleasant to be around.

These two I think you know. 

These blocks, that can hold thousands were under construction by the hundreds, literally. 

Corn anyone?

My much younger wife, biding her time until we settle into our hotel.

The Loo! Does not look as daunting as it is in reality. Particularly ay 3:00 AM.

Communal wash basins.

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I suppose I could have written this up in an entirely different way, such as…

'The Exciting Overnight Express for Mongolia to Beautiful Beijing'.  But I wrote it as I saw it, smelt it and experienced it. The journey is not for the feint at heart. You have to have a spirit of adventure and some zest for this type of thing or, stay at home. I am glad to have experienced it. {however, I must confess there were moments when I thought for a moment, 'What the hell are we doing here!'

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There seems to be one common thread running through the countries we have been in, Russia, Mongolia and China: Lack of maintenance. This may not be in the case in Five Star Hotels in large Chinese cities, but as a general rule, I feel safe in saying that as a broad statement.