After one and a half week of getting adjusted I finally felt like drawing again. In this first sketch you can recognize – with a bit of effort – the two gers in the middle and the big circular pen.
Outside Өлзий & Өлзийбүгэн. Left front: the big ger for sleeping, to the right you can see the smaller living ger.
Would I be able to live on the train? What does it provide and what do I miss? Some things were already great.
ntBuying a train ticket at a Moscow station turned out to be peanuts compared to boarding the train in Perm.
The most nerve wracking part of my train journey is getting onto the right train.
My new friend Ola had brought me to the station by taxi. We were late and the cab even more.
Every train I take has its own character. It can be loud, old, quiet or gray, just like the people on it. I love it and I do not get bored, I almost wish I could.
What happens if a house could be stacked upon a truck? Weird question for a Dutch person, but reality for Mongolian herdsmen.