I was up at the crack of dawn and headed for the train station. it sounded like it would be such a romantic journey. a forteen and a half hour train ride across the Brazilian countryside to the coast, one of the few train lines in Brazil.
the last of the boxes had been packed and I was to meet adela and the family in Vitoria. the car wasn't quite big enough for the two boys, me and the doblerman. the dog took priority.
I needed to be there early to buy my ticket and to not miss the only train of the day (of every day) at 7:30 am.
the sun was shining down on the never ending queue of people wanting to buy tickets and I patiently and excitedly joined the back. how very English of me!
the queue seemed to be moving quite fast although only two of the four counters were open. something I couldn't quite get my head around as the station is only essentially open for 2 hours a day.
so it came as a bit of a surprise when I witnessed the conflicting messages in front of me. the ticket office was still issuing tickets, as the guards pulled the wrought iron gates closed and chained and padlocked them shut, whilst the train pulled away into the distance.
I felt particularly bad for the old couple who immediately after buying their tickets had to rejoin the queue to get a refund.
so much for my romantic Chanel No.5 train journey dream, with me as Audrey Tautou. but hey, this air conditioned coach could work too...
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