It was hard to find Bus #1, but the Main Train Station was not.
The ticket hall was designed for larger crowds than at late morning.
Two long distant trains checked off the list, but No 62 is running a bit late.
Out on the farthest platform trains, on the 28.5 mile long circle line, depart. Vendors wait for the next one to arrive.
Citizens easily purchase a ticket thru a window, but foreigners must show passports and get a long hand receipt.
Still time to go to the end and use one spot or another to relieve oneself before ...
...the train pulls in and waits for departure time.
Passengers await the whistle.
The line passed thru downtown and out into some...
...affluent suburbs then to...
...agricultural villages, and back again.
The conductor makes frequent rounds checking for tickets while...
... passengers watch out windows or...
...curl up to sleep or...
...sit and wonder what's next for them and their country.
The line is totally at grade, so crossings are common, as are...
...stations where...
...passengers, and their belongings or merchandise, flow off and on.
One enterprising sales person gave a rousing speech about the efficacy of some balm, and handed out samples, but made not a sale.
Another man was transporting bags of potatoes.
Another bundles of burlap bags. He smokes a cheroot, a common inexpensive cigar.
The ride was slow, the seats not particularly comfortable, but, back at the Main Train Station, not a soul stopped to drop a note in the box.
