The clock in the wagon says 10PM, but right after the first step outside, it’s 4AM. Feels like magic, since everything concerning time on the train (i.e. stops) follows the Moscow time, even if the train is already 5 time zones away.
This time confusion makes the “train lag” even more interesting as on the train people eat, sleep and chat at whatever time they see fit.
So, early in the morning and sleepy, I arrived in Ulan-Ude, where patiently my host and her dad had been waiting for me.
After an incredible 5AM dinner/breakfast, we all went back to sleep. Ulan-Ude is a pretty town near Lake Baikal, capital of the Republic of Buryatia, and home to the famous Giant Head of Lenin (which each winter gains a funny snowy hat).
It was interesting to notice in the local people a transition between Russian and Mongolia features, seeing the differences slowly appearing rather than being geographically localized by the borders.