It was stroke of luck that we happened upon that paticular train. It's an antigue engine and car, both about a hundred years old. They've restored them as close to the original as possible, and they run it every now and then down the track towards the Austrian border. I like trains, probably because I've read a few too many Russian novels and have overly romantic notions associated with traveling by train. Knowing I was in this old car, on these old tracks, gave me such a thrill. I spent most of the trip hanging off the edge of the car, watching the forest pass by.
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Great interior too!
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