Tuesday, December 28, 2010



After trading my shoes for a pair of flip-flops and packing the excess of clothing I was down to a t-shirt and jeans. I laid my coat on the  bench beside me and put my bag back in the overhead compartment.
The train wasn't particularly well-suited for hot environments, and I was finding that out the hard way.
My bottle of water was empty, and opening the window would only worsen the situation.
My shirt was now glued to my back, and I was pacing slowly through the car, which seemed to be the only measure to be taken in order to keep me cool. Or at least try.
Looking outside, If I didn't know better, I would've said the train wasn't moving. No dunes, plant life or animals. And the heat seemed to be increasing. I looked outside once again, hoping to finally see some change, and surprisingly, my expectations were met.
Rock formations started appearing all over the landscape, like weeds on a field. And as these so called weeds started to block my view, I noticed a change in the trains rhythm. It was getting slower, which could only mean one thing, we were about to stop again.

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