Hectic Train Riding

I was beginning to largely loathe my leaden luggage, up to a point where I was almost willing to throw everything away just then and there. But fortunately, when you travel with friends, the loads/burdens are somewhat equally carried, and therefore better solutions to not-so-trivial problems can be stipulated, and more importantly: reached. So we took a shared taxi (yah, mamma!) to the train station early in the morn' us three gals: Ju-ju, Jan, and m'selfiepants a.k.a. your humble narrator.

TRAINS-WERE-BOISTEROUSLY-OUT-OF-CONTROL 

... on precisely that day, and nobody appeared to be able to explain to us why that was... so instead of taking the train we were supposed to, we were told we would need to stand in line for the next one (and they call this the first world). 

The alleys were packed with old-timers, I mean, noticeably. It was like the national day of the British Grandparent or something, so we were having a hard time trying not to hit any grannies or gramps with our enormous bags (I mean, these people are fragile!). When the expected choo-choo machine finally arrived, shit hit the fan.

I mean, I'm not usually the sort to be rude whenever having to fight for a purpose, but these elders were vicious! MANIC, I TELL YOU! So, foreseeing that we were in for a fight-for-your-life sort of situation, I ceased to be polite enough to let every other (old) human pass in front, and deftly blocked their tumultuous way with one of my suitcases. DARWINISM WAS ON, the train was about to leave, and the wagons were beginning to overflow with self-seeking seniors, so I suffused my way into the already stuffed hallway, following Jan's example and prayed for it all to end fast.

We weren't even sure whether Ju-ju had managed to get in or not, in the midst of all the chaos, so we just stood there completely helpless and waited for the devilish machine to start moving... afterwards, we found out poor ol' Ju-ju had had to scream "LET ME IN!!!!!" so desperately one man ended up jumping out and handing over his own spot for her to barely fit in, seconds before the thing took off. And they call this the first world, I repeat, I felt exactly like back home.

Anyways, the train ride was a little extreme, but nice overall. We saw some colorfully pungent landscapes flowing through the windows as we rushed forward, and some time later on we finally managed to find empty seats to rest in (once enough people had evacuated the land-vessel).

After long hours we reached Edinburgh, got down and took a bus for Leuchars. Once there the second part of the adventure began! IT WASN'T OVER. Oh no, m'am, for we were in (extremely bad) luck; on that particular day, almost every single human on the British Isles had taken a train to that particular train station in order to attend no other than the last of the "RAF Leuchars Air Show"s (they were moving the airbase elsewhere, so this was their last opportunity to witness the Royal Air Force Aerobatic Team doing their thang, meaning: EVERYBODY WAS THERE). So it took us painful ages out there in the cold to 1) get out of the station and 2) haul a taxi that could take us to St. Andrews... but we finally did. The cab driver was super nice, and we ended up discussing the present political climate in Mexico (say what?!).

Go gives a f... we were THERE!