A grand adventure part 4 – Abandoned in Atocha

As the bus drove off from Atocha in a cloud of dust, we asked directions to the train station. People happily gave them, with none of the sucking of teeth or shaking of heads we received in Villazon, so maybe, just maybe, there was hope!

The little, almost silent mining town of Atocha didn’t much look like it held a railway station, but sure enough, just behind the plaza, there it was – and there was the Expreso del Sur train waiting! And there was the ticket office open! We bought our tickets with a shaken mixture of disbelief and relief. We had finally caught up with the train!

Expreso del Sur train in Atocha station

Expreso del Sur train in Atocha station

After leaving our luggage, we headed back down to the plaza for a, by now, very late lunch. In this odd, isolated place we were surprised to find a café-bar with a full menu and were soon happily tucking into beef and chips.

Now there were a few hours to kill before the train left at 9.45 that night. We wandered round the town with everyone staring at us intruigedly – yes, it seems no other tourists come here in crazy pursuit of trains like us.

A plane monument in Atocha's main plaza (don't know why)

A plane monument in Atocha’s main plaza (don’t know why)

The sights were few and dull: an ominous-looking grey quarry dominated one side of the town, while along the river bank were dumped the shells of old cars. We passed some boys amusing themselves by cycling through a big muddy puddle. We wondered how a public toilet had ended up being donated to the town by the European Union. Then we were back at the railway tracks. Lots of people were walking across and up and down them determinedly – where they were going to or from, we couldn’t quite fathom. All we knew is we had nothing left to do, so we went to the market hall for dinner. As we’d only eaten about 45 minutes ago, we weren’t very hungry, so we managed to drag the meal out over the next two hours.

Our third thunderstorm in as many days rolled in and we sat listening to the stereo-sound claps of thunder and the torrential rain clattering on the market hall roof. Then I realised – what if more of the railway tracks get damaged and the train can’t leave Atocha either?!!

Atocha train station

Atocha train station

Now go to part 5! And have you seen parts one, two and three?

See my expert travel tips for Bolivia.

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3 thoughts on “A grand adventure part 4 – Abandoned in Atocha

  1. Pingback: A grand adventure part 3 – Buses from hell | Rachel travels

    • Thank you for stopping by, Paddy! Yep, very true – it’s a rollercoaster ride! I was crying with laughter reading your experience of buses from hell in Bolivia – I admire your courage – I don’t think I could have coped so well with THAT trip..!!
      Rachel

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