What a shock that was as a Trenitalia train, at least forty years old and liberally covered in graffiti, creaked into the station and pulled up at the platform. The hiss of the doors opening could well have been mistaken for a sigh of relief at the end of a heavy chore. Inside the carriage it was clean but uncomfortable with utilitarian plastic seats that made your bum sweat and a worn out air conditioning system that rattled and groaned with old age.
oh my. you do seem to be doing things the rough way. One thing about slow trains is that you do at least get a chance to see the countryside.
do tell me..is this a journey you planned by yourself or was it a travel agent one?
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Hi and thanks for the comments. No travel agents involved on this trip just the internet and self planning! Which way do you travel?
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The reality of travel: Glamour, grit, and everything in between. Those experiences stick best, as long as one can stay safe. Il treno: difficile, certo. Bad breakfast? Non e sostinable (sp?)! Good luck and keep going…
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