The Vodkatrain Code of Conduct – A Poem
Another one of the great entries for ‘Best Written Piece’ in our Vodkatrain Traveller Awards that we have received so far. This one is a poem from Jerrica Leung and you can read more about her journey on her blog ‘A Trip Within a Trip’.
‘ The Vodkatrain Code of Conduct’ A poem by Jerrica Leung
Every now and then with spare moments I like to rhyme,
and on this Trans-Siberian I just so happen to find lots of time!
So here is a poem that started short and small,
that I kept adding to… instead of staring at the wall.
So it all began when we boarded the train and crammed into a cabin,
adjacent to a Mongolian police, it just so happen.
But we still crack the vodka open
whilst we wait for them to check out tickets and tokens.
However, the attendant never comes,
so along to Max’s tunes we continue to hum.
One bottle… three bottles… five bottle down…
we check our itinerary and count down ’til our next town.
Suddenly a knock on the door and a nice Mongol attendant appears,
she spoke little English but makes herself clear,
“No drinking! Other guests are sleeping, be quiet please.”
If the attendant were Russian, that would NOT have gone down with as much ease.
We turn it down to a whisper but she visits a second time,
we do try… but fail to communicate in mime.
Eventually we grow tired and call it a night,
we return to our own cabins and turn off the lights.
The first day and a half go by quite slow,
then we loose track of the days and they fly by faster than the wind blows!
Instant noodles for breakfast, lunch and dinner,
From Finland, Sweden, UK to Aus – onboard this train are all winners,
no routine, no schedules, (definitely) no power walking around,
just the moving view from the window and Mongol radio sounds.
When the sun rises and warms the cabin air,
and we’re all talked out, not much left to share,
we wander down to the restaurant cart coz there its not so stuffy,
and we can have a cold beer and play with our doggy friend who is ever so cute and fluffy!
But we don’t just kick back 24/7, we keep an eye on when we approach the next stop,
as the toilets are locked 30min prior and post – and in that time our bladders might pop.
And when we do reach the station stop, we’ve got to run off in a mad rush,
to search for vodka from vendors on the platform before boarding again in a gush.
Only once did we find vodka secretly sold and once we found beer,
even though we had to settle, any alcohol in 2.5L bottles are celebrated with a cheer.
Then…again… the sun sets and rises, no routines, no schedules, no shower,
though when it gets dark lights come on and there’s electrical power.
But who needs a shower when you have a mountain of baby-wipes?!
which we had to rename ‘Man-Wipes’ because we are the manly type!
From Moscow to Mongolia is a continuous train ride of five days,
of course, you can get there faster by plane but we chose this way.
Its not always about the destination, sometimes its about the journey you take,
the landscape you see, yak butter you smell and acquaintances you make,
acquaintances that turn into friendship as you connect on Facebook,
and the goodbye hugs you give compared to on first meeting – the hands that are shook.
But our Trans Siberian Vodkatrain ride has not yet ended so maybe I speak too soon?
Ahead still lies the journey to Beijing so we must keep our all-in-one-knife-fork-spoon!
Though, I guess whatever happens on that two day train ride…..
will stay on that train ride! For the Vodkatrain-code, we must all abide!