A very few times per day the conductor will call a fresh air stop or, if you prefer, he says, the opportunity to partake in some fine tobacco products. These are the only times you're permitted to leave the train, unless you're disembarking. When the sun is shining as it is in the picture above, taken from the moving train, these stops are brief chances to soak up some clear light.
Often, though, the longer stops occur at night, as in this shot. This station had radiant heating under its platform to melt the light snow that was falling. It’s always worth bundling up and stepping outside to take some air regardless the weather, and on this ride it’s downright cold and often snowing along the way.
I learn a lot of local history on these stops from Joe, our sleeping car attendant, and delve deep into the personal struggles of fellow passenger Francis, who shares stories of his life as an industrial designer and why he believes he’s been placed on a government job blacklist due to reporting one of his employers for selling to a forbidden country in the Middle East.
Joe and I nod sagely, taking in the night.
Nice turn of phrase at the end there.ReplyDelete
Really enjoying the travel writing.
Thanks, Bruce, for the good words. And for keeping the key to this blog.ReplyDelete