Sitting back, watching the world slowly roll by while you finally get time to read that novel you’ve been carrying around. In the background, all you hear is the clunk of metal on metal as you glide over the rails through rolling hills. It all becomes somewhat hypnotic and lulls you into a sleepy haze in the afternoon sun.
Sounds like a dream? Well, it’s not.
This is what you get if you catch a ride on the rolling USSR museum that is the train from Chisinau to Bucharest.
Once you settle in for the journey, you’ll notice all the little things. The faded curtains. A vase of plastic flowers on the table. The table-cloth that’s been stared at by thousands of people. The walls lined with linoleum. The stained rugs in the aisle. Oh, and of course the faint smell that only 30 years of sweat and smoke can leave behind.
Or is that the toilet at the end of the hall? Who knows, but it all makes this journey so much more fun than being crammed into that normal overnight bus.