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I love traveling by train. Fast expresses, slow local trains which stop at every station, suburban trains taking business men to their offices and home again; I enjoy them all. It must be the element of romance that attracts me. There’ s no romance in a car on a motor way - a box of metal and rubber(橡胶) on a strip of concrete - or in flying through the air in a pressurized tube from one identical plastic and glass airport to another. But trains are different. You can walk around, look at the scenery, observe your fellow passengers. In a plane all you can see are the clouds and the backs of other people’ s heads. And then there are the stations.
Yes, traveling by train is still an adventure, even in England, as you try to interpret the timetable, persuade the booking office clerk to sell you a ticket and understand the incomprehensible messages coming over the loudspeaker system. Then there’ s that delightful uncertainty as you wonder whether you are on the right train, or the right part of the train.