After four great days in Berlin (including a lovely birthday), it was time for Eve's parents to return home and us to start our trip up to Russia. The train to the airport and the one to Saint Petersburg left from adjacent platforms so we could see Stephen and Kathryn onto their train and then jump on ours (delayed by about 25 mins, but we were pretty confident they'd be able to make up the time over the following 36 hours).
Getting the right carriage was fairly important given that only one of them was actually going to St Petersburg - the others were on their way to Moscow and Kiev I think. It wasn't exactly the height of modernity, but we had a bunk each in our little (Eve calls it cute) first class compartment - as well as a little chair and a sink. The chair cunningly hid a cool box under the seat.
Getting the right carriage was fairly important given that only one of them was actually going to St Petersburg - the others were on their way to Moscow and Kiev I think. It wasn't exactly the height of modernity, but we had a bunk each in our little (Eve calls it cute) first class compartment - as well as a little chair and a sink. The chair cunningly hid a cool box under the seat.
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