We used the train once, here.
Big old diesel eclectic. The station that we alighted from the train- locally, that means climbing down the ladder, 4 rungs, and dropping the last several feet, consisted of a 2 sided building- that’s a wall and what passes for a roof; The ground doesn’t count- and a bench.
It wasn’t bad, to be fair. Ticket was optional. I found this out after paying.
The return journey could have been coordinated by British rail. Train cancelled- wrong timetable. Come back tomorrow.
Is the train definitely running tomorrow?
Maybe. We see tomorrow.
From what I can tell, rolling stock doesn’t wear out here. It either dissolves in place, or just never comes back.
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I wish they would keep the damned Chinese away now that I can go home, so that I can enjoy Fish amok and a draught Angkor
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