Train trip home, and some thoughts on it:
I should have planned my trip better, got to the station at half past ten but the train didn't leave until half past twelve and I got home at the very inappropriate time of half past four in the morning. I should remember to check the departures and reserve a seat in advance. I was lucky though, caught a non-reserved seat in the rest compartment, which afforded me a little bit of sleep, unlike the poor wretches who had to sit in the corridor all the way across the country.Ah well, my xp spent on trainriding paid off.
Trainstations are fascinating places, I sat in the café at Copenhagen Central Station and watched the ebb and flow of customers based on train arrivals and departures, the unwritten paths and currents of the people walking by outside. How some people waited patiently for hours for the right train to leave, while others raced like mad to reach the same train before it departed. Stations truly show the mutability of time, before the invention of trains, the concept of minutes was a mere tool of astronomers and navigators, but when trains started leaving at 11.04 exactly instead of the coach leaving at eleven'ish, people learned of minutes and their importance.
In a night train, the world outside is void, when you're travelling through the countryside. As you approach the cities, the cold, dirty orange streetlights reveal that the world still exists, but more like a photograph, than a real view.
Outside the trainstation, the taxis waited, like hungry anglerfish, with their bright alluring lights on the roofs. Quietly gobbling up dazed travellers in the deep dark of the night.
Trainstations are fascinating places, I sat in the café at Copenhagen Central Station and watched the ebb and flow of customers based on train arrivals and departures, the unwritten paths and currents of the people walking by outside. How some people waited patiently for hours for the right train to leave, while others raced like mad to reach the same train before it departed. Stations truly show the mutability of time, before the invention of trains, the concept of minutes was a mere tool of astronomers and navigators, but when trains started leaving at 11.04 exactly instead of the coach leaving at eleven'ish, people learned of minutes and their importance.
In a night train, the world outside is void, when you're travelling through the countryside. As you approach the cities, the cold, dirty orange streetlights reveal that the world still exists, but more like a photograph, than a real view.
Outside the trainstation, the taxis waited, like hungry anglerfish, with their bright alluring lights on the roofs. Quietly gobbling up dazed travellers in the deep dark of the night.