
I woke up with the worst hangover of the trip at 9am. There was no way I was going to go to the room I had rented out the night before, get my stuff, and make it back in time to catch the rocket. We made plans to meet at the train station in Irkutsk at 8pm, just in time to catch the train for Mongolia.
I made my way home, and continued with well needed sleep. I was woken up around 2pm. The owner of the house looked very concerned for my safety. He asked me if I was sick, and I told him that I was. It was not a complete lie, as sick sort of described my condition at the time. He offered me money and food so I would make it back to Irkutsk fine. I declined, as he was not really aware of the truth of my situation. He was really nice and I am very thankful for people like him in this world. I explained to him that I had met some friends the night before and they lent me some money, as I did not have the vocabulary necessary to explain what my situation was really like.
Eventually I made my way back to Irkutsk and to the train station, and waited patiently for the others to arrive. They eventually did, but not with much time to spare. We loaded back into the train, bound for the border city of Naushki. It was Moscow time once again.