Walt Flanagdansk Dog wrote:
Nis in Serbia, everything shut when the main train of the day arrived (in mid afternoon, not like it was midnight) no cash point, no buses, long walk into town.
A couple of years ago we had an overnight in Nis and the next morning headed down to the station. We encountered a Mk2 Ford Granada taxi so decided to splash out on a bit of style for the journey to the station.
However, the night before a good half foot of snow had fallen. There is a slight hill on the way out of town, before a fuck off great hill down to the station. The taxi driver decided he needed a bit of clout to get up the gentle hill, but misread the fact that he had no way of stopping on the other side.
To this end we found ourselves in a high end 1980s, gold Ford Saloon, careering down a one in seven Serbian hillside, with all brakes, including the handbrake, fully on, to no effect.
What made the descent slightly more terrifying is that halfway down the hill is a level crossing, which was firmly sounding its bells and flashing its lights. Fortunately Serbian trains move at a glacial pace and are prone to stopping for no reason, so we cleared the crossing before any sign of a train.
The only thing that halted our ungentrified movement were the station steps at the bottom of the hill, which we hit sideways at a good 20 mph.
Imagine Cool Runnings but instead of Jamaicans in a Bobsleigh at the Olympics, think of four portly trainspotters from Swindon in a decrepid Ford Grandada, on a snow covered dirt track in the arse end of Eastern Serbia.
You are right about the station and everything being closed. Instead, all we had to do to pass the four hours delay to our train was watch a Serb taxi driver try and knock two of his wheels back from a 45 degree angle, using only the coping stones he had recently displaced from the station steps.