continuation.

So now we're sitting in the internet cafe and planning on going to the regional studies museum (where they have a lot of stuff about the Romanov family and old believers) and some railway museum next to the train station. We have like four and a half hours to do all of this. We'll probably have lunch in a cafe somewhere and sit in the train station some more. Oh, also, we tried to call the hotel in Kazan where Ivan sent them an email about ordering a room (every hotel we call says we have to send an email or a fax, so Ivan sent an email), but when we called they said they hadn't read their email in a week, maybe they'd read it tomorrow (today). Then they said they had free rooms but we have to book 2 weeks in advance. The moral of the story is that we have no idea what the hotel situation is going to be in Kazan.

I smell like smoke, which is disgusting, and I'm not entirely sure what from (other than Russia in general). I could also really use a shower. Anyway the second I get on the train (I HOPE TO GOD THAT WE DON'T HAVE A COMPARTMENT-MATE) I'm situating myself, maybe reading, and going to bed at like 6 PM, since we need to get up at like 5 am (Kazan/Moscow time) tomorrow morning.

I hate Russia. Or just Yekaterinburg. Or just the Yekaterinburg train station.

Although yesterday when we came to this internet cafe I wanted to buy a bottle of water (it's an internet cafe AND a coffee shop) but the guy told me he couldn't because he didn't work at the bar. So then I asked about a 40 ruble bottle of pepsi sitting in the fridge right next to the internet desk and he said he couldn't do that either. This country is ridiculous.