Trans Siberian Part 9 - Halfway to Moscow
Onwards to Lake Baikal It was only 14.30 (GMT + 9) when we finally got going from Zabaykalsk. From here to Moscow there was little to do but settle in and enjoy the ride. That day we would skirt the edge of the Mongolian plateau, all snowy grey grass stretching off and down to the horizon, to the eventual sandier emptiness of the Gobi under the sun and the Himalayas somewhere far off to the South west. The Mongolian Plateau I don't think I've ever been so Geographically aware as I was on that particular day, something about the wideness of space. So aware of drawing a line across the surface of the world. Great distances. There was an almost foolish desire to see them as empty, just types of land, known land. Grass then mountains then India. Like streets in a city. Known quantities in this great unknown. My mind raced to place it in context. A low resolution context. Simplified. On our way agai...