I'm in Mongolia!

I can't write a lot right now. In fact, I'm just killing time before Ivan and I walk back to the hostel. Long story short: I'm in love with Mongolia and never want to leave and didn't quite realize how cold and uncomfortable Russia was until I LEFT IT.

So my host mother, as usual, cooked a ridiculous amount of food for the train. As in, on the 2nd night, with some food from some of the other students, we managed to put together an entire dinner for four. Ivan, Sonya, and I were in one compartment, and Elissa, Joseph, and some Russian guy were in the one next to us. No one came to claim the 4th place which was EXCELLENT, because we had lots of room and a compartment all to ourselves. Also Joseph and Elissa could come and chill and not spend lots of time with the Russian guy. I would imagine it would be slightly uncomfortable at times.

So, after the first like, hour (of a 34 hour train ride) Sonya and Joseph decided it would be a GREAT idea to mess with this compartment of Australians (actually there were like 3. In fact, there were more English speakers in our wagon than Russian speakers. Also more Mongolian speakers than Russian speakers. I think there were maybe like 4 native speakers of Russian, if that. Anyway). They wanted to talk to them a little bit but not a whole lot, so they just came and spoke to them in this thick Russian accent and told them they wanted to "practice their English". Evidently this was hilarious (I didn't actually see), but they eventually caught on that something was up (Elissa heard them talking..."Okay well we know at least ONE of them is Russian but the other one is DEFINITELY American.") However, before they caught on, one of them stopped by our compartment to ask us a question and I almost died.

Australian: Train...Leave (hand motions involving some sort of swishing motion)....5 o clock? (holds up 5 fingers)
Sonya: Nu...dey...look at...passport...4 o clock.

I nearly died. More later.