Gringoboy
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This morning I went from La Lucila to Retiro at around 10 am.
It took more than an hour, was packed like sardines and stopped for about 15 mins near Lisandro de la Torre, whilst we all baked and sweated wondering what the hell was going on. No windows to open and the fans seem to have packed up.
The return journey was even worse by a magnitude of 100. I left Retiro at 1600 having waited 45 mins for a train, like everyone else and then the mad stampede to get into the thing.
Sardines again and so it went on to Belgrano, where even more people piled into an already overpacked train...more still at Vicente Lopez, Olivos...
At this point, I was getting nervous and edgy, just like the rest of the passengers.
Getting out was a feat of diplomacy is all I can say.
We were finally able to breath fresh air!
After this, I had to lie down in a darkened room to collect my senses.
I have to ask: how to Argentine people put up with this?
They seem to take it all in their stride and for that I admire them.
But surely there must be a better way?
Every time I travel this way, I have an awful feeling of impending doom and will never travel in those cattle trucks again.
The whole system is f*****d up and I see no light at the end of the tunnel, so to speak.
It took more than an hour, was packed like sardines and stopped for about 15 mins near Lisandro de la Torre, whilst we all baked and sweated wondering what the hell was going on. No windows to open and the fans seem to have packed up.
The return journey was even worse by a magnitude of 100. I left Retiro at 1600 having waited 45 mins for a train, like everyone else and then the mad stampede to get into the thing.
Sardines again and so it went on to Belgrano, where even more people piled into an already overpacked train...more still at Vicente Lopez, Olivos...
At this point, I was getting nervous and edgy, just like the rest of the passengers.
Getting out was a feat of diplomacy is all I can say.
We were finally able to breath fresh air!
After this, I had to lie down in a darkened room to collect my senses.
I have to ask: how to Argentine people put up with this?
They seem to take it all in their stride and for that I admire them.
But surely there must be a better way?
Every time I travel this way, I have an awful feeling of impending doom and will never travel in those cattle trucks again.
The whole system is f*****d up and I see no light at the end of the tunnel, so to speak.