Could you please check up my writing? Nightmare journey Well, I guess, I've never had a journey which could be called the true nightmare. But I had a few which were pretty awful. When I was a child, every summer my parents and I visited my grandma, my father's mom. She lived in a small village deep in the countryside in Arkhangelsk region. Flights were too expensive for our family back then and there weren't direct flights in this village anyway, only in Arkhangelsk, so the journey was long and arduous. First of all, we needed to get to Moscow. The fast train, the Kaluga-Moscow Express, didn't exist yet, so ordinary trains were the only available option. They were very old, dirty, overcrowded by passengers and very slow as they stoped at every station. Besides, we always had to get up very early because we usually traveled by the first train in 5 or 6 a.m. After the arrival in Moscow, we needed to get from Kievsky Railway Station to Yaroslavsky railway station by underground and it wasn't really convenient because the Moscow Metro is overcrowded at any time and we always had a lot of baggage. After some waiting at Yaroslavsky railway station we got on a train and travelled for 20 hours or so. This part of the journey was comfortable enough, but really boring. Then we got off the train at the station Velsk. The train always arrived there at 5 a.m. and the temperature in this time of the day in Arkhangelsk region is always cold, even in summer. I always felt awful suddenly awakened in the middle of the night and left a warm bed for freezing outside. I was always chilled to the bone and felt sick. We had to wait for some time in the metal hangar without any heating for a coach. As I remember, it didn't have a regular schedule and always was crowded out. People often travelled standing up, even though it was forbidden. Coaches were always very old, with a noisy engine, rattled and bumped all the way, and awfully smelled of petrol and exhaust fumes. The road was really bad there and it took a five or six hours. I was usually sick all the time and threw up a few times. I always hated this part of the journey the most. Then we arrived to the river Northern Dvina but it wasn't the end of the journey. We had to cross the river and eventually get to the village. We usually picked up some car passing by or met some acquaintances who were coming the same way and could give us a lift. To cross the river we usually needed to wait for a ferry, and after that the road take a bit more time.