Well- it's been quite the spring, rain-wise. No end yet to the rain. We had a few partly or mostly sunny days... but then Sunday was cloudy. By the time we left city #2 in the late afternoon, the gray skies were just beginning to spit. Got on the train- which was completely full. We got 2 of the few seats left- people in the hall sitting on the jump seats and floor. A toddler, too. At first I felt inclined to get up and offer my seat to the little one and her mom- until I realized she was better off out there where she could move more.
So it rained. And rained. Not good for the flooding, I think. Lots of water still visible in the fields- not the big open ponds of last week but definitely there- in between the rows and visible through the grass. A lot of what we passed looks like a lush marsh.
Pulled into a station in what felt like an ominous way- can't explain it but when I realized we were still there after 10 min, I began to wonder.
So did the other passengers. The rain didn't- it just picked up the pace.
Lots of guessing going on- 20 min late. Already 20, 20 more. People make phone calls. Dozing people wake up. Hot as can be. Someone calls down the hall: An hour late (in addition to the previous delay).
Stirring. Calling. Toddler singing a song *Nogi nogi nogi Nogi nogi nogi- must be a bit like patty-cake. Someone's singing along with her making her giggle. *
feet feet feet
More stirring. Windows open. Rain comes in. Windows inch shut again. Man beside me gets up and stands in the hall. After 15 min of minding my own business in my own space, I temporarily plop my bag on his seat- I'll move if/when he returns.
T & I discuss when we should eat her Snicker bar (since I'd already eaten mine- Yes, I'm impressed that she even considered sharing with me- whadda pig!)
Someone authoritatively says- Tracks are flooded. We'll be at least 2 hours late. A girl by the window in our compartment is using the last of her dying phone battery to have someone check stuff on the internet. She leaves (no sadness- she's skinny but has managed to take her own seat and half of T's). She comes back, grabs all her stuff while rapidly repeating the last info she had before her phone died- A bus leaving for Warsaw in 10 min. She's off to look for the station.
Another girl from our compartment grabs her stuff and follows.
And returns 10 min later wetter than a drowned rat. No taxis. No transportation. Bus station a long way off. Her umbrella shamefacedly leaks all over the floor the rest of the trip. We are just glad she's not on our side of the compartment; our window girl doesn't come back and the rest of us each have a couple extra inches of space.
More talk about the Snicker bar. T remembers we have a few pieces of Choclairs and we devour a couple. Lots of sms'ing but no one seems to want to hoof it down the tracks to rescue us. Or bring us Snickers. Or Fries. Or anything. Someone did offer the sun, moon and stars... package deal. We should have taken it.
We sat there over 2 hours. Finally moved. Cheering and a massive up-sweep in the noise level. Yay!
We stop. Sit. Start. Stop. Start.
And finally arrive. And wend our way home through the streets of Warsaw. Only 2 1/2 hours late (it sure seemed like it was more). And we didn't ever eat the Snicker. And A had a hot tuna dish ready for us when we got in. Bless her wee heart. ;)
So I wonder what this did to the flooding? I guess it was quite a storm.