On the Moscow – Vladivostok route) the train stops for 20–30 minutes every 3–4 hours. Everybody can get out of the train, and there are always people on the platform that offer a variety of fresh food (eggs, fish, cheese, bread, fruits, meat or cheese in a cake) and often some drinks for passengers. Prices are low; only Russian rubles are accepted. A highlight is the smoked fish (Omul) being sold on the shore of Lake Baikal (Station: Slyudyanka, a quick stop, so be fast). Some of the larger stations will have food marts with snacks but it is now (2014) difficult to get alcohol within train stations or at the kiosks on the platform.
I don't care what drugs people, to each their own, and I agree with allowing people the decision of what they want to do by weighing the pros and cons. With that said, you are comparing weed closely with cocaine. What the fuck? You have to be very misconceived about weed, even comparing it to alcohol, which a lot of people unfortunately do, is a pretty huge leap.
Just to clarify, the only harm weed will do to your body is if you combust it, it can cause smoker's cough and phlegm. It has never been proven to cause even cancer in your lungs. If eaten or vaped, marijuana has no proven harmful side effects (unless you consider increased appetite harmful). Studies show weed consumed daily over decades can even decrease the risk of cancer.
Sorry, just wanted to clarify that since you were trying to compare weed to cocaine, alcohol, and steroids.
The Girl on the Train is the story of Rachel Watson's life post-divorce. Every day, she takes the train in to work in New York, and every day the train passes by her old house. The house she lived in with her husband, who still lives there, with his new wife and child. As she attempts to not focus on her pain, she starts watching a couple who live a few houses down -- Megan and Scott Hipwell. She creates a wonderful dream life for them in her head, about how they are a perfect happy family. And then one day, as the train passes, she sees something shocking, filling her with rage. The next day, she wakes up with a horrible hangover, various wounds and bruises, and no memory of the night before. She has only a feeling: something bad happened. Then come the TV reports: Megan Hipwell is missing. Rachel becomes invested in the case and trying to find out what happened to Megan, where she is, and what exactly she herself was up to that same night Megan went missing.