Living on the choo choo train.

(ok so it’s a modern train that doesn’t go choo choo but a girl can dream.)

4th- 5th on the train to Mostar, Bosnia.

 

The journey from Venice to our next destination- Mostar was to be the longest journey I’ve undertaken on this trip. We began the train journey in the early evening on the 4th and arrived late evening on the 5th. I think we changed into another train twice. We looked for an empty cabin (most trains here are in cabins, fitting 6 seaters) and started putting our home decoration up. By that I meant food, drinks and most importantly orange peels on the heater by the window. Orange has become part of our diet since the three of us started travelling together. The warm air that rises through the heater into the orange peel and out gave the cabin a slight orange scent which delighted Gadis Rempah tremendously. We also drank water from the toilet tap although it says there ‘Not for drinking’, it was that or our own pee. The bottled water sold in the train’s cafe were exorbitant. Anyway, it can’t be worse than the ice tap water we drink at the road side stalls in Malaysia. Nothing happened to our bodies except tired from not able to sleep on the seats well and craving for warm filling food. Otherwise, we had fun watching Dr Who on my laptop when it had enough batteries, playing Cho Tai Ti or Shithead cardgames, chatting up people who dared trespassed into our little apartment.

It was when we were exiting Slovenia that our passports got checked. We were leavig Shengen Zone Europe and I was informed that I had a few days left in Europe, which took me by surprised. Until then, I innocently thought I had 90 days in each European country but it was actually a total of 90 days in Shengen Zone Europe. Luckily, the Balkans were not part of this zone. But that would mean I could not travel the rest of the journey in Europe with my people. I was quite upset and we started counting the days I have left in Europe. It was roughly 10 days that I have left. I started thinking of alternatives.

In Zagreb, Crotia just before we changed into another train, we had a few hours in the wee morning to spare. Me and Jamban left Gadis Rempah to care for the bags while we went to explore Zagred in the dark morning where drunk people were heading and we were looking for breakfast. After asking a few late night party people whom were heading back, we discovered the only bread shop that open 24 hours. We were so happy to find them bringing out fresh hot bread with meaty fillings called Burek (found in al Balkans country), and that it was much cheaper than food in Italy. We binged. Then we went back to the train station. The light was just about to come up. I took over the bagsitting while Jamban who was still keen to walk about took Gadis Rempah for another round of hot bread and coffee. I remembered wishing for them to come back soon when I felt like taking a dump a few hours later. I managed to hold on until they return with more hot bread, oranges and honey. They apparently stumbled upon a morning market with lots of interesting food. We then boarded another train to Mostar, Bosnia.

That train, was the slowest train we had boarded in all of my trip. It felt like I was on the train to Kelantan, the train stop at nowhere for no reason, move when it feels like it, stop for ages at small stops. at one point, Jamban wanted to go down and grab a hot cup of tea or coffee, but when we decided that yes they probably won’t be moving for a while, Jamban went down, into the cafe to see the train attendant shooing him back into the train because we were leaving. In reflection I think there wasn’t really a train schedule but rather what the train drivers and attendant felt like doing. Although it was quite amusing, our bum were getting tired of sitting and our body from the lack of sleep. We couldn’t wait to reach Mostar. Something me and Jamban had a think about was if this is what we feel after one night and one day in a train, how would we handle the transiberian week long journey on a train? And in the cold freezing winter of Russia? Anyway, look, we’re finally arriving, more than one hour late.

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