Into the Unknown On the Orient Express ; (... In a Carriage That Used to Be a French Wartime Bordello)
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TRAINSPOTTERS in Eastern Europe, I can now say with some certainty, look just the same as the ones back home. Overnight we had rattled and creaked into Poland from the Czech Republic in our beautiful old Art Deco Wagon-Lit carriages, passing through dark forests that seemed to go on for ever.
We had started our unusual Orient-Express journey in busy, touristy Venice, but there we were the next morning, a long way from the canals and gondolas, blinking at the contrast as we rolled slowly past Zywiec.See the full content of this document
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Into the Unknown On the Orient Express ; (... In a Carriage That Used to Be a French Wartime Bordello)
A rust-coloured train was waiting at a platform covered with weeds. Walls by the ticket office were covered with indecipherable graffiti. The sun beat down (Eastern Europe was in the midst of a heatwave). And then we saw them - the trainspotters.
A scraggly haired fellow with a giant belly and an old baseball cap was holding up a ...See the full content of this document
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