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This seem like the right place to ask this question, but first some background;
When I was younger, about 26, I did a lot of traveling around Mexico. For the most part, I took buses, cabs, or private planes. When I decided to terminate my trip I left Oaxaca on a train to Mexico City. The day I left, I was very much bleary eyed from drinking mescal with a bunch of friends the night before. I don't remember what the station looked like, where it was, or much that proceeded my waking on the train incuding the last 4 hours of my debauchment with my amigos in the zocalo the evening before.
When I awoke, I found that I had been deposited safely in my seat next to the cousin of one of my friends. My laugage was in the overhead rack and I had the best seat next to the window. The coach was ancient, the seats were woolen, the arm rests wood and the floors had an old worn out persian rug look to them. It looked like something out of a Spegetti western and I wondered at first if I was in some amuzement park ride or in fact in a train headed for Mexico City. I'd already been to Mexico City and it had the most mordern Underground train I had seen at the time. The coach I was in looked like it was out of the old west.
I recall being really hung over and looking out the window as the train crept around a cliff side turn. A puff of Black smoke hit the window. Not deasil but thick smoke like a steam engine.
I gotta admit, I was pretty much hung over, and was preoccupied with my friends cousin, a real dark eyed beauty, so I didn't really try too hard to see what kind of engine was pulling the train I was on, even after we got off the train.
Now years later, I'm wondering.... Is it possible that I was on a steam train traveling over the mountains to Mexico City? Was the coach I was in an old Pullman? This happened in 1979, and like I said, I was pretty hung over and pretty much smitten by my friends cousin.
I was pouring through some old photos tonight when I came across one from my trip (Palenque not Oaxaca) and it just started me on a trip down memory lane and I thought, it can't be possible that I was on a steam train in 1979. I bet someone on MLS can confirm or deny this memory,,,, and sometimes drunken memories are pretty goofed up.
When I was younger, about 26, I did a lot of traveling around Mexico. For the most part, I took buses, cabs, or private planes. When I decided to terminate my trip I left Oaxaca on a train to Mexico City. The day I left, I was very much bleary eyed from drinking mescal with a bunch of friends the night before. I don't remember what the station looked like, where it was, or much that proceeded my waking on the train incuding the last 4 hours of my debauchment with my amigos in the zocalo the evening before.
When I awoke, I found that I had been deposited safely in my seat next to the cousin of one of my friends. My laugage was in the overhead rack and I had the best seat next to the window. The coach was ancient, the seats were woolen, the arm rests wood and the floors had an old worn out persian rug look to them. It looked like something out of a Spegetti western and I wondered at first if I was in some amuzement park ride or in fact in a train headed for Mexico City. I'd already been to Mexico City and it had the most mordern Underground train I had seen at the time. The coach I was in looked like it was out of the old west.
I recall being really hung over and looking out the window as the train crept around a cliff side turn. A puff of Black smoke hit the window. Not deasil but thick smoke like a steam engine.
I gotta admit, I was pretty much hung over, and was preoccupied with my friends cousin, a real dark eyed beauty, so I didn't really try too hard to see what kind of engine was pulling the train I was on, even after we got off the train.
Now years later, I'm wondering.... Is it possible that I was on a steam train traveling over the mountains to Mexico City? Was the coach I was in an old Pullman? This happened in 1979, and like I said, I was pretty hung over and pretty much smitten by my friends cousin.
I was pouring through some old photos tonight when I came across one from my trip (Palenque not Oaxaca) and it just started me on a trip down memory lane and I thought, it can't be possible that I was on a steam train in 1979. I bet someone on MLS can confirm or deny this memory,,,, and sometimes drunken memories are pretty goofed up.
