When we woke up on Tuesday morning, it was raining. This, along with heavy thunder had been going on all night. It felt like this was Beijing saying goodbye. The day before, Victoria had told me they sometimes close metro stations after heavy rainfall. Looking outside, I started panicking we wouldn't have a metro to the train station.
I had been worrying for no reason, as we reached the train station easily. There was a huge crowd on the square in front of the train station and it was not clear where the entrance was. There were people queueing in front of Chinese signs that could mark a destination... or something else entirely. When we saw the word 'entrance', we headed straight towards it, but this turned out to be the entrance for the ticket sales, not for the train platforms. After asking around, we learned we had to join the queues, but which one? Everything was written in Chinese. In one of the queues many Westerners had gathered... We asked, and, bingo, that's was our line too.
From hereon, everything went smoothly. We found our carriage, installed in our little cabin that we shared with a British guy and a Canadian girl. In the train we had access to electricity plugs, hot water, a sink and a toilet. Wifi would have been nice, but this was already much more than we had expected.
And then, at 11h22, we departed. We waved Beijing goodbye and watched the landscapes changing quickly: from ugly urban outskirts to green landscapes with mountains and lakes to the steppe to the Gobi desert...
For hours and hours we rode through vast stretches of emptiness. This was so peaceful. And we had time. Time to do nothing, time to look through the window, time to chat, time to write blogs, time to watch a video, time to read, time to think... It felt so relaxing. And the day passed by quickly. I didn't even find the time to do all the lazy activities I had planned on doing.
Around 21h we reached the Mongolian border. We would spend quite some time here. The undercarriage of the train had to be changed, because the rails in China and Mongolia are of a different size. We could stay on the train, but were heavily shaken during those few hours. The food cart was also changed: the Chinese food cart was replaced by a Mongolian one (that sold ridiculously expensive food). Upon exiting the Chinese border, we were asked to hand over our passport. The same happened at the Mongolian border. But once we had passed the Mongolian border, around 1 or 2 am, an officer woke us up again. Half asleep, we obeyed his commands. Hand the passports - get out off bed - stand up - show our faces - lift our beds (to show what's stored underneath) - do 20 push-ups. (No, just kidding about the last one.) I felt like a soldier in the army who was brutally woken up for no reason but routine exercises.
I think it was 3am when they finally stopped bothering us with passport controls. I fell asleep and slept like a baby. Around 6am I woke up, hoping to see something of the Gobi desert. I quickly took a picture, then went back to bed and slept in until noon.
At 14h20, Mongolian time, we had arrived in Ulaanbaatar. Time for a new adventure!