|Death Train - Bolivia|
|Geschrieben von Sascha Grabow & translated by Julien Millot (french), Jorge Sanchez (spanish)|
|Friday, 30 October 2009|
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I buy a train ticket in Santa Cruz, Bolivia, for the ´Death Train´ (according to the Lonely Planet guidebook) to the border with Brazil, run back to my hotel to catch my bag, all the while pouring with rain. When I arrive 5 to 12 back at the train station, totally soaked, the doors are already closed, the train starts moving, everybody is like: SOOORRY!! I take the underpath, on the other side is a 2-meter fence, and it would cause me too much attention to try climbing that thing with big backpack and all. I think feverishly, walk alongside the train, finally the fence has a hole, I sprint after the train into the track, shouts everywhere, a soldier stands on the rear platform. Nevertheless I hang on to it, pull myself up, though he tries to shove me back down. Finally I´m in, bleeding on my shin bone, and after explaining that I was with picture on the frontpage of their newspaper in 1995 for winning a tennismatch 7:6 in the third, they relax and provide me with a seat next to the most beautiful passenger they can find ... :-)