From the start of the day, the Russian landscape is not so dissimilar to much of the rest of Northern Europe – green and somewhere between flat and undulating.
As the train cuts further into the continent, the landscape gives way to larger and larger plains that become progressively more arid and the temperature spirals upward. Passengers covet the corridor positions beside an open window, often aiding the inflow of air with an arm or curtain.
When I get a chance to stick my hand out the window to achieve the same I'm surprised to feel that, despite the cooling factor of its movement, the air outside is hotter than the air inside! It must be unbearably hot out there because inside we're melting.
Every now and then an industrial monster grows out of the plains, looming over us as we roll on by.
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