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I love traveling by train. Fast (36) slow local trains which stops at every station, (37) trains taking business men to their offices and home again; 1 enjoy them all. It must be the element of romance that (38) to me. There is no romance in a car on a motorway—a box of metal and rubber on a strip of (39) or in flying through the air in a pressurized tube from one (40) plastic and glass airport to another. But trains are different. You can walk around, look at the (41) observe your fellow (42) . In a plane, all you can see are the clouds and the backs of other people’s head.
Yes, traveling by train is still an (43) , even in England. You try to interpret the timetable, persuade the booking-office clerk to sell you a ticket and (44) Then there’s that delightful uncertainty as (45) .
Abroad, of course, it’s even more exciting, particularly in those countries which forget to put names on their railway stations. Not only are you never certain you are on the right train, (46) .