Everyone should take a night train in Russia, just to say you’ve done it.
Personally, I slept better on the train than anywhere else on the trip so far, for some reason.
We went second class, which meant we had doors on our four-bunk compartments. Trying to get us and the luggage in the compartment was comical. The pictures don’t do it justice, I’m afraid.
I write this on Friday morning. After arriving at the Baptist Seminary and showering, we’re not preparing to eat breakfast and hit the town – Moscow, that is.