Okey, here comes a longer one!
Slightly worried to miss our 23:55 departure and eager to settle down in our coupe, we took an early taxi. Igor, a bald, humours, 30-something driver, played trance techno music on the way there in his Volkswagen.
The Chinese train 004 was going to be our home for the next four days and five nights. With some experience of Chinese living standard, questions started to pop-up and expectations were set quite low; Will it smell? Do they have drinkable water? How bad are the toilets? What type of food can you buy? How are the bunk beds?