It was time to leave our "soundproofed apartment". We packed our bags, but my washing wasnt dry so i hung it on a bench outside and we sunbathed for a while. A little old lady came over (why are old ladies always little? i'll ask my nan next time i skype) she spoke to me in Russian and i told her i didnt understand, she pointed at my washing and told me to follow her, i thought she was telling me off for having my washing splayed across the entrance of the hostel, i followed her across the road and she lead me into her house, it was completely made of wood and very ramshackle, inside it had lots of rooms all small and dark with bedding on the floor, there was no decoration or even furniture, just a hole in the ground where you could see there had been a fire, she led me to a courtyard where there was a washing line and gave me some pegs to put up my washing all the time she was rambling away in Russian and laughing, i just nodded and smiled. Once my washing was dry we went back to our bubble at the Travellers Coffe Shop, we hadnt realised before but they also did food, i had Beef Stroganoff and it was delicious, the best food id had for weeks, but just when i was starting to think perhaps Irkutsk wasnt quite hell on earth it was time to leave. At the train station it was packed with people. Every inch of floor space was taken up with someone sprawled out waiting for their train and it was very hot inside. We went upstairs and found the first class lounge wich was empty, it was a large room with airconditioning and comfy leather sofas, we weren't first class obviously but we thought we deserved it, (already starting to think like criminals, Bonnie and Clyde strike again). I hope Steve doesn't read this cos we will spend the next few days arguing over who is Bonnie and who is Clyde it will be the Batman and Robin incident all over again.