A slightly lower grade third class cabin took us to Tyumen for the night and back on to the main Trans-Siberian route. A slightly odd hotel awaited us. On arrival, a lady was called down to meet us. James Bond-style she descended via a glass lift and brought her crib sheet with her which started with: Hello, nice to meet you. However, she skipped that bit and jumped straight to: "passport".
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