I got up early last Saturday and ambled down the hill to catch the train to Brussels, Belgium. A truly amazing thing that train is. It’s called the Eurostar because it connects the UK with the mainland or, as they like to say here, Europe.
Setting out on its trip from London, it only stops a couple of times in Kent County before it burrows itself into the continental plate only to reappear thirty minutes later on the other side of the English Channel, that little strip of water that separates this island from the buzzing multicultural whirl of mainland Europe. The two top destinations are Paris reachable in a little under three hours, and Brussels in ninety minutes of high speed journey through low lying fields.
I am truly glad the train is making a come-back. It is, after all, the mode of transportation with the daintiest CO2 footprint. It is technology at its best and while contemplating it, I am awed, inspired and ever so slightly amused thinking that autism in its daily occurrence can produce truly amazing output. I am not fully convinced, however, we need space shuttles, semi-automatic handguns, and Viagra.
But the Eurostar is a sight to behold.
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