Actually, it wasn't the last train... it was the first train I've ever been on (aside from the Napa Valley Wine Train). It was a real train on real train tracks, not like BART that floats magnetically. I always thought I would like a train ride and find it relaxing and good to sleep on. So it was not surprising to find myself nodding off to the rhythmic clunking of the wheels along the track in the mid afternoon. The countryside up from Dublin to Belfast was beautiful, some of the route was along the coast before the tracks cut inland to Portadowns then up to Belfast.
https://picasaweb.google.com/115996157298123378187/TheTrainToBelfast?authkey=Gv1sRgCKeqlpicrquMaA
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