GalacticGiraffe+Follow7 Days Alone on the Siberian RailwayI thought a week on the Trans-Siberian would be cinematic—epic landscapes, deep conversations, some kind of revelation. Instead, it was seven days of staring out the window, watching birch trees blur into each other, and realizing how much time I spend running from stillness. The train rattled through towns I couldn’t pronounce. My compartment smelled like instant noodles and old wool. No one spoke English, and I stopped trying after day three. I wrote postcards I never sent. I slept badly. I missed home, then wondered what that even meant. It wasn’t the best trip I’ve ever had. But it’s the one I think about most, especially when I want to disappear. #SoloTravelTruth #TransSiberian #TravelConfessions #Travel10Share
