We board our train at the Gdansk station at 10 a.m. after worrying that we wouldn’t board the right train or at least the right car. Meanwhile, I discover I left my notebook in the hotel room. My notes of the trip – gone. No way to call the hotel to tell them.
When the train pulls up our car (number 14) practically stops in front of us. I open the door and toss in our suitcases.
“Seats 95 and 94,” shouts my wife. They’re in the very first compartment as I clamber aboard. Shortly thereafter, the kawa cart passes – but doesn’t stop. Later, it returns, charging us six zloty per cappuccino. It’s with powder (but still good) and accompanied by a thin biscuit. Food, finally
Kathy and I are our way to Warsaw. We have the compartment to ourselves for about an hour before a middle-age woman in black pants and an orange sweater joins us. She buys a ticket from the conductor, and I hear her tell the conductor “Warsaw.” Her blonde hair is cut short.
She boarded carrying two small duffel bags, which the conductor helped her place on the rack above her head. She’s sitting quietly; she hasn’t said a word.
The autumn scenery flying by has been mainly rural, some forest and a few houses (old and new). We also pass industrial buildings and small factories. Almost all the houses are stucco with tile roofs.
Earlier, I bought pastries in the station. I ate one immediately because I love the soft dough and sugary top. The pastry was on top of a rather significant breakfast: eggs, potato, muesli, bread, and tea. We’ll have lunch in Warsaw.