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sister_luck) wrote2013-04-20 06:02 pm
sister_luck) wrote2013-04-20 06:02 pm
Taking the train.
On the third day of our holiday we took the train to Sóller. Not your regular train but the Ferrocarril de Sóller - historic carriages on electrified narrow gauge tracks.
Thus in itself an attraction, especially for kids. There are lots of tunnels, too, so that was some extra excitement, especially as someone forgot to switch on the lights for the last part of the journey. (Cue screaming from all the kids in the carriage!)
We decided against taking the tramway down to Port de Sóller and instead spent a leisurely half-day in the sleepy town that is Sóller if you get away from the main square.
The train takes you first through the busy streets of Palma travelling through the outskirts of the city with the typical warehouses and the not-so-typical hippodrome and then the journey through the plain quickly gives way to the tracks entering the mountains, climbing higher and higher.
No train journey is complete without graffiti along the line:
This is the bit between the city and the mountains:
And here you can see the kid looking out the window:
We stopped and met the second train:
Notice that the conductor does not have a whistle, but this rather charming horn.
In the mountains:
Looking down on our destination:
The train:
Things I did not capture:
Olive trees. Orange and lemon trees full of fruit so close that you coud have reached out of the window to pick them. Snoring Japanese kids behind us.
Edited because I forgot to add a picture of the train.
Thus in itself an attraction, especially for kids. There are lots of tunnels, too, so that was some extra excitement, especially as someone forgot to switch on the lights for the last part of the journey. (Cue screaming from all the kids in the carriage!)
We decided against taking the tramway down to Port de Sóller and instead spent a leisurely half-day in the sleepy town that is Sóller if you get away from the main square.
The train takes you first through the busy streets of Palma travelling through the outskirts of the city with the typical warehouses and the not-so-typical hippodrome and then the journey through the plain quickly gives way to the tracks entering the mountains, climbing higher and higher.
No train journey is complete without graffiti along the line:
This is the bit between the city and the mountains:
And here you can see the kid looking out the window:
We stopped and met the second train:
Notice that the conductor does not have a whistle, but this rather charming horn.
In the mountains:
Looking down on our destination:
The train:
Things I did not capture:
Olive trees. Orange and lemon trees full of fruit so close that you coud have reached out of the window to pick them. Snoring Japanese kids behind us.
Edited because I forgot to add a picture of the train.