I’m typing this on a train! Unfortunately the power keeps going off, and this laptop is so old it means that it turns off too. Hannah says that we need to buy a new one while we’re out here. I’m so proud of how far she’s come in ten years of marriage!
We made it from Kath’s to the subway and then to Penn Station. “Uptown” and “Downtown” still confuses me – the Newcastle Metro is so much more user friendly. Having found the Amtrak ticket window a nice lady called April served us. She kept talking and talking as the departure time of the train drew nearer. But all is well, we are here.
The trains are fantastic. I walked end to end, convinced that we’d sat in first class but no. Every seat is huge. The conductor raised an eyebrow at the sheaf of tickets we handed over, but then told us which was the best side of the train to sit on for the views. We’re such tourists!
Unfortunately we’re stationary (but not in a station) as there is some kind of damage to the track. They’ve apologised for the long delays, which could be up to an hour. In England I think that still counts as “on time”.
The next challenge is contacting Margaret, who we’re staying with in Boston. The number she gave us isn’t connecting…
…TIME PASSES…
Eight hours on a train! That’s 100% late. After the track damage there were more and more delays, culminating with someone wandering onto the track ahead of us. After that they let us get out and walk around a station for a bit – Kingston, Connecticut. Not the most exciting place.
We’re in Margaret’s house now. Still no luggage, so a frantic trip to T.J. Maxx (brother of the English T.K.) has taken place. Air France say definitely tomorrow, probably at 2pm. Tres bien.
New York, early in the morning
Penn Station. All aboard (they really say that!)
Manhattan from the train
Hannah fills her time constructively
Wise words.
Inside
Outside
David in sleepy Kingston, an unscheduled stop
David, after being mugged by a pack of girl scouts. They took his money, but gave him some cookies.
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