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St. Petersburg train station, Russia

I arrived in St. Petersburg on a grey morning. The dawn had yet to filter through the clouds. I had met a photojournalist on the train. She was heading home after a few weeks away on assignment. She had a story running in that week's Russian Newsweek and she was eager to get to the newsstand. I, too, was eager to see her work.

Her father picked her up on the platform. She had called and then muttered to me that she expected him to be late. Much to her surprise, he was there. They embraced and he shouldered her bag. I walked through the station past the bust of St. Piter and out into the street in search of my hostel.

At the front door I rang the bell and was let into the building. The office was closed. A metal blind had been pulled over the receptionist's window. I sat on a couch and waited. A woman appeared to tell me they wouldn't open for a few hours. I told them I knew and closed my eyes and tried to sleep.

Outtakes from:
Part one: The Trans-Siberian: Beautiful Monotony
Part two: The Trans-Mongolian: Contrasts