Day 10 (cont) Baghdad Railway Station
Back in Baghdad we visited the British built (1948) railway station (after an hour sitting in the guards’ room waiting for them to let us in).
The station has one train a day leaving at 6pm for Basra and it taking 10 hours in worst conditions than the local trains in Myanmar.
Apparently the 1st class fare is 25,000 dinars but I was unable to confirm this because all of the magnificent booking booths were closed. Likewise, the post office, waiting rooms, lounges, VIP room and restaurant were all firmly shut.
The station officials flocked to talk to us about the grand plans for a new National Railway to Jordan, Turkey and the rest of Iraq and we were given a glossy project brochure for a monorail. Fantasy Land. They can’t run more than one ancient train a day but they’ve got 60 billion dollars to build a monorail?
It hit 102 degrees at 5,30pm and we were all tired. M thought he’d lost his camera this morning but it turned up at the local bottle shop where the owner had been nervously looking after it, waiting for A to come black and claim it. An honest man.