Girl Travels World

This is a continuation of the most bizarre train I have ever taken. Please read introductions or other entries below.

For the next four hours, I slept fitfully, the carriage to myself. I vaugely became aware of the fact were stopped and woke up only to determine that no, this field and single track train station was not Belgrade.

At 8 a.m., 2.5 hours after we should have arrived, Julian walked into my carriage. I struggled to wake up. “Hey. What’s going on.”

Julian looked worried. “There has been a bomb. An explosion at the military base ahead. We’ve been stopped for a few hours while they look for more bombs.”
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Please read Part One, or at least Part Two, before reading this entry.

I looked back as Luka pulled the curtains tightly shut, ready to inspect his cargo of illicit goods.

Taking deep breaths, I walked down the length of the train car. Sitting alone was a backpacker I had seen earlier, when he first boarded the train. I pulled open the door. “Do you mind company?” I asked. He smiled. “Thank god,” he said, pulling out a pack of ciggarettes. “Someone that speaks English.”
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