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Minsk

Minsk, capital of Belarus, was somewhere we knew very little about. As visas ae expeseive and confusing we only had a transit visa which allowed us just 24 hours from the moment we crossed te Poland-Belaus border to the moment we left into Russia. When our train pulled up in Minsk station we encountered a problem that would plague us regularly- people often don't believe in signs.So as we stepped onto the platform we were only 90% sure we were in the right place. Mins was our 1st experience of not understanding a word anyone was saying. It didn't help that road signs were in cyrillic but our maps were in roman script. We spent a lot of time lost.
The city was destroyed in WWII and its population halved, but much has been rebuilt iin its original style. The imposing city gates which baoque style architecture set the scene for the city. You wouldn't know that teh buildings were modern replicas unless you look round the back- where they are plain brick with tatty windows and balconies. Our time in Minsk was wet but we couldn't help feeling that it was a more attractive city than Warsaw. The 'old' buildings were more widespread and, although accomodation was still in modern tower blocks, they generally weren't as grey. There was plenty of open space including some squares. Under one of there we found a shopping centre visible from the square only as a seriesof glass domes, some with statues on top. Subways, often with shops in, are the way to cross the road and are light and clean.
The problem of not understaning menus was mitigated to some extent as we found a canteen so cold point to food. Potato, stews and cheese sauces all suited us well. I also had hat seemed to be a deep fried burger...
Thankfully the metro was very easy to navigate as it has only 2 lines. However we were dripping wet by the time we reached our 'hostel'. The online reviews had left us slighty confused and we didn't know what to expect. As instructed we rang a bell outside a tower block in a continuous maze of tower blocks. The door as opened and we walked up to the second floor and along a dark and ominous-looking corridor. Tania let us in and the 'tired' look continued inside. We entered with trepidation. It was everyting we'd imagined the inside of the flats to be, with very dated decor including fake-tapestry wall paper.The sockets looked rather supect and wires dangled. We sat on the sofas that would become our beds while Tania told us about her trip to Thailand. We didn't really work out what was going on until she left and we realised that the whole flat was ours. We didn't dare leave because the system of keys she showed us was rather complicated and it was raining anyway. So we ate jaffa cakes and had a much needed early night.

Our lives in a backpack

Three months travelling has the problem of having to pack everything we will need into backpacks- one for our back and a smaller oe or our front. We can't drink the tap water and arryong bottled water adds to the weight. We are skiled backpack packers. Suzannah regularly reorganises hers but I haven't explored all of mine yet (the cold weather gear is still packed away). It also means that our accomodation budget has go along way so we're almost always in dorm rooms. Travelling outside peak season has the advantage that dorms are often empty, but we have had to share our rooms with up to 6 stragers. This has required a certain level of organisation- we often pack our bags the night before so we don't disturb anyone in the morning. Thankfully I sleep through most things but Suzannah has reported amusing snoring and lights going ion in the middle of the night. Washing isn't a common occurence. W are averaging a shower every three days and hair washes a little less. There are no showers on trains and hostel bathrooms can be unispiring and there can be a queue. Anyway, washing is over rated. I am proud (and slightly relieved) to say that our first load of washing is on as I write.
The hardcore travellers we meet make us seem like obsessive organisers- trains and most hostels booked before hand and all that. But we still have some booking and organising to do. Added to packing, eating, talking andjournal writing is has often made for busy evenings. Suzannah pointed out that the super-organised hypohesis didn't stand up yesterday- we didn't know the day of the week, how long we were stayong in Krasnoyask, or that our next journey included 2 nights. We have now recified those situations.

Orthodox churches

Many places we've been have a huge number of Ortodox Churches, which in cities are a welcome relief from tower blocks. From the outside most are painted white and they normaly have between 1 and 5 domes. Gold is very common but you also see domes in silver green and blue. On top of each dome is a cross, normally gold and ornate.
Our first gimpse inside an Orthodox chuch was in Minsk and it was one of the best. A service was going on so as soon as we opened the door we were hit with a wave of incense. It seems that beautiful singing is wide-spread in this part of the world- chanting was led by a priest and followed by a choir. There is never any accompaniment. Oneof the strangest thingsabot this and other services is that people come and go as the please. They al know when to bow but wother than that they do very little.There seem to be an extraudinary number of priets- at least 5 per service. They dress i gold and ofte have beards that Edward can only aspire to. The churches themselves are ornate and often very gold. The cenral piece is the iconostasis which appears to cover the whole of the eastern wall. However in services smal dorrs are someimes opened to reveal an altar beyond. As its name suggests it is covered in icons, of Jesus, bibical characters and saints. Icons are often surrounded by gold. Sometimes only the persons face and hands are visible behind an elaborate front made from gold. All ave halos. The room is often painted in frescos and have icons hanging on other walls too. In some churches there is no plain wall- any that isn't covered in frescos is has detailedpatterns, usually styalised flowers joined by green swirls. The churches have small, plain windows and are lit by extravagent chandeliers. There are always tall, thin candles burning which worshipers light.
Sadly walking boots squeak terribly as we walk around churches but, unlike in catholic churches, in Orthodox churches we usually stand by the door. I am prfficient in taking photos without anyne knowing.

Warsaw to Minsk train

Our first sleeper experience was luxury and we were quite prepared for northing else to live up to it. On the Warsaw to Minsk train we were proved right- no sinks in the rooms, four bunks instead of three, no breakfast in the morning. Worst of all- no temperature control in the cabin. We were served tea but it cost 500 Belarussian Roubles, which we hadn't been able to get hold of in the UK. However a kind lady on the bottom bunk who spoke the odd word of English footed the bill. She then went to bed under a blanket with the door closed so we retreated to the corridor where a window was wide open. We spent the whole journey in the dark and there were very few lights to be seen, just the odd level crossing. In the corridor our accents attracted attention- we met a nice man who told us a bit about Belarussian history (a subject that we knew shamefully little about, but it was extremely affected by the war, and the Jewih population is now almost non extistent) and showed us photos of his children and their horses. His collegues tried to get us to drink vodka, but they had had more than enough already so we declined. I did, however, accept their offer of sausages- higs tubs of meat seemed to be their train staple. It was deicious.
We were just retiring to our cabin at midnight when the door was opened and the light turned on- it was the border crossing. It took nearly 2 hours and as far as we could tell we first had the Polish officials then the train moved a bit and we had the Belarussians. It's a bit intimidating to have tall men in uniform at your door when you're in your pyjamas. However the border experience wasn't complete after passpost control- they also needed to change wheels- the tracks are different widths in the two countries. So the early hours of the morning were full of violent jolting and loud bangs. Thankfully I was so tired I was oblivious to most of it and by the time I woke up we were in Belarus and all was smoothe again.

Warsaw day 2

Today we eventually mastered the public transport system. The people who tried to help us made no sense in Polish or English but we found the tram and bus. At only 2pounds for a 3 day ticket, however, we can't complain. We went to Wilanow Palace, on the outskirts of the city. This is a Baraque Palace filled with painting of lavishly dressed polish nobles throughout the ages. It lacked the grand ballrooms of English palaces, but many rooms had scenes painted on the walls and ceilings. The journey also gave us a chance to see more of Warsaw- the suburbs were actually very similar to the centre. Rather than housing becoming low rise there was just more space between the tower blocks.
We have now returned to our hostel exhausted and will soon be in bed. An advantage of travelling outside the peak season is that we have the dorm to ourselves tonight, so none of the entertaining snoring that amused Suzannah last night. We have also both had what passed as a shower.

Berlin to Warsaw

On Sunday Suzannah's alarm went off at 4.30am so that we would get to the Berlin-Warsaw Express in good time. Thankfully our room-mate was still jet lagged from her flight from Beijing so didn't mind. We made it to the station in good time and bought some pastries for the journey. It was dark and raining when we set off at 6.29am. The train was very Hogwarts Express with six seats in each compartment. When it got light our first views of Warsaw were grey and misty. The landscape kept us occupied for hours- there were no field margins just narrow strips of different crops. There were a few small dairy heards often about 5 cows. The question of the morning was if you have 5 cows how do you milk them? Thoughts welcome.
The grey weather hadn't improved when we got to Warsawat lunchtime, adding to the grim impression produced by the tower blocks. Many of the office blocks are swish but the flats are generally ugly and plain. The highlight of our afternoon was going up the tallest building in Warsaw: The Palace of culture and sciences. The city was not nearly as sprawling as Berlin, and tower blocj\ks were visible right to the edge of the city. As we were up there the visibility decreased and the wind picked up. The rain turned into snow. However the snow, which had melted by the time it hit thr\e ground, was short lived and was followed by a rainbow.
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