night train
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Walked into this charming gentleman at the hostel where I was staying:
We introduced ourselves and then talked for quite a long time, so long in fact that when I realized that I had forgotten his name it seemed somehow impolite to ask.
He was from Germany, he traveled solo, and his beard was much nicer than mine.
My train back to Samarkand left at twenty past eight in the evening:
This time, it was a proper night train:
I talked to some of the other travelers, and we took some pictures together:
Then I got into my bunk:
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I only got up once during the four hours it took to get to Samarkand:
The train felt very quiet, as if I was the only person on it.