Underground and rail

My journey to the east and back usually involves also a ride through the Budapest underground, the dim underbelly of this cultural, political and commercial capital. Known for its vintage appearance, the entire underground has a certain retro charm to it, that will under the right circumstances quickly creep into an eerie blend of solitude, silence and darkness, provoking sensations of uneasiness, even dread.

Descending into this popular and fast method of commuting in a city of almost two millions, I would expect to run into swarming masses of rushing fellow metro users any time of day, but in my experience, things are like this only during the rush hours. I found myself often completely alone, waiting for the train at the quiet, desolate station, devoid of any motion and sound, except for the faint howling of the artificially induced draft. Many old trains are still in use, exhibiting wonderful decaying textures and classy interior design, a joy for photographers. 

I hope to cross this part of the journey some day in the future without having an uncomfortable backpack on my shoulders and hauling heavy luggage behind me.

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Stained windows, rain and scent of hot steel

Having studied in a remote city, I had already a good share of travels with the rail, but in just three years after meeting Oana, I have spent more time aboard the train than all the years before combined. There is a special affection I have for them now. They allowed me the pleasure of getting to know a whole different world. An exotic world of wonderful culture and tradition. They allowed me to meet the kindest people and have a great time with them visiting and exploring the most amazing places, while letting those wild and shy three-year-old dreams slowly take shape. The East experience surpassed even the most far fetched hopes and desires I have ever had. At the moment, trains offer me a chance to be close to my love and to the world she lives in.

Another important part of this travel experience have always been my parents, my dear brother Mitja and his lovely girlfriend Natalija, who have my eternal gratitude for the patience and willingness they present, whenever I bust into their room at 2 AM and shake them out of their sleep, panicking about missing the train (their alarm clock gains at this unearthly hour the power of spontaneously switching itself off :P). And even though there are other means of getting to the train station, having their support makes things far easier and less complicated.

In my travels to the East and back I have gathered thousands of images and there will be at least two more posts with photos from different trains and train stations. The next will include mysterious Budapest underground. *knees shake*

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