The Anonymous Widower

A Crazy Train Ride

it should have been very easy.

I was dropped back at Vasteras station and then all I had to do was take a train to Hallsberg, where I would get a fast train to Oslo, where I would arrive around nine o’clock. The aim was to then spent a day in Oslo, coming home on the Wednesday to London by British Airways.

The first part of the journey was uneventful, except that to me it seemed that no-one had adjusted the heating system on the train I got to Hallsberg.  But it was in time to get my connection to Oslo at 17:06.

Hallsberg was a station that was the mix of old and new and had a wide bridge over the tracks like Reading and other rebuilt stations in the UK.

Hallsberg Station

Hallsberg Station

But the train that arrived to take me to Oslo had seen better days. But if I thought that was a bad train, we were then informed that we’d be changing to another train to continue our journey.

Changing Trains

Changing Trains

The new train was one of the worst I’d travelled on in the last couple of years and I’ve even been on a Pacer that was in better condition. None of the toilets were working.

No Toilets Were Working

No Toilets Were Working

All of this game of musical trains was because there works on the lines and they had to get the passengers through on only one line.

Eventually, we got to Kongsvinger, where Swedish Railways had assured us the fast train to Oslo would have been held.

But it hadn’t been held, so about fifty of us gathered in the waiting room at about eleven. Luckily, I had details of my hotel  in Oslo and was able to get them on the telephone to assure them I was on my way. But I know others weren’t so lucky, as they hadn’t any rooms to go to in Oslo.  They’d just hoped they’d get there early enough to find one.

Customer service was non-existent and even the toilets needed a credit card.  Luckily a forceful Swede knew how to fix them, so everybody could have a much-needed pee.

Eventually, a train arrived and although it was fairly new and very clean, it wasn’t the fastest, as it crawled its way to Oslo.

A Train Arrives

A Train Arrives

It was an enjoyable journey though, as the Swede was handing out beer to fellow passengers, who included a teacher from Devon and his German girlfriend. Just as we did on that memorable night in Venice, we enjoyed ourselves and put the world to rights.

I got into Oslo about midnight and wandered around for perhaps half-an-hour until I found a taxi to take me to my hotel.

September 9, 2013 - Posted by | Travel | , , , , ,

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