Russian trains. They look like they were built during the Cold War to shuttle troops back and forth to the front lines. Some have a cold, harsh exterior. The paint is beaten down by the harsh Russian winters. The compartments are cozy, and I mean cozy. As I write this Jim is nearly staring me in the face with his back as he makes his bed for the evening.
Yarik and Dustin are nestled in their beds above us. That's right four people to a compartment. Sometimes you know your neighbors, and sometimes you don't. The rusty colored beds greet us. The joy of laughter and debrief are welcome diversions to life on the road. Russian chocolate kill the diet, but are so tasty! A mirror on the door makes you think your compartment is much larger than reality. The swaying of the train rocks you to sleep like a baby's bassonette. The sound of the train cars moving across the rails reminds you that you that you don't travel this way every day. The sound of the whistle announcing our arrival and departure from local stops reminds me of the old west.
This is the life of a road warrior. A different city every few days; however, the mission remains the same – prepare for the summer teams and encourage the saints. Good night for now!
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