The remainder of the train ride went the same as the rest. Lots of time staring out the window. When the train arrived in Moscow there where few of the original passengers remaining. It was interesting as the conductors seemed almost sad to watch everyone go. They were as interesting as the train ride, drinking, making dumplings, firing the samovar or yelling for us to return to the train. Off the train, onto the rough platform and into the incredible Moscow subway.
