Trips of the worst

I travel hundreds of miles, once a month, since 1997.
1997 was when I started studying in the same city I work now, a city hundreds of miles from where I was born.

I travel many many times(but unfortunately always the same path), and things of the worst have happen to me…

Once, I was on the mail train, it’s the slowest train ever, takes about 12 hours to cross our small Portugal. It was a dark and hot hot night, the train stopped in the middle of nowhere, people were silent, cause it was late at night and almost everyone was asleep. I smelled burnt, I saw light outside, coming from the train. I put my head out the window and the train was on fire.
Another time, on intercity train, I was with this man beside me that raised little chickens and partridge’s, and placed them on pleople saying, “aren’t they lovely”.
And another time, the bus was brokendown in the middle of the roundabout. The conections with other buses were delaid, and all the other bus drivers were mad and angry and dryving fast, tryind to compensate the time lost.
And so many more of the worst that I can’t remenber now…

Trains burning, with animals on top and mad drivers.I just can’t get enough…