Got up bright and early in Skopje, and prepared for our journey to the East. Our train to Nis departed at 6am, and was supposed to arrive at 11, in plenty of time for our connection to Istanbul. But thanks to the Macedonian rail service, we sat in a railyard for two hours, making our connection much tighter. Luckily, the connecting train to Istanbul was also late, so we had plenty of time to stock up on supplies (water, pretzels and chocolate, we weren’t brave enough to eat prepackaged train station sandwiches).
Our long ride to Istanbul involved two cabin switches, and some late night border crossings. The accomodations in the regular cars seemed fine, but the cars kept being disconnected from the train at the station, so we would be woken from our slumber and moved to another car. This is the reason to buy a sleeper, not because it is necessarily any more comfortable. On one of the swaps, I appear to have lost my cell phone, which made me angry more than anything else. I got another in Turkey, spending twice as much for a phone that is half as good.
We did have an interesting experience at the Bulgarian/Turkish border. They informed us, at 2am that we could no longer ride on the train because our car would be disconnected and there were only sleeper cars going to Istanbul. We got up to purchase sleeper seats, but just then the border guard took our passports. The train conductor demanded them minutes later, to allow us to upgrade our seats. We followed the man with the gun, deeming his access to our documents more important. However, he tired of us following him through the train, and told us to stay. Thus, we waited in the hallway for fifteen minutes, to be told that we could no longer loiter. We bought the sleeper supplement without documentation, by flashing some of our emergency cash, got a cabin that was only mildly more comfortable, and hoped we would get our passports back eventually. We did just before the train pulled off, as the Bulgarian guard greeted us with “friends!”, and we collapsed in relief. Of course, we were awakened minutes later to stand in line at the Turkish border for a visa, but this all went without a hitch.
Seven hours later, we pulled into Istanbul at Sirecki Gar. Tired, smelly, and finally in Istanbul.
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