In our village there is an old railroad line. When I was a little child, and my mother couldn’t drive a car, we went very often with the train to our next town. It’s a very romantic route through a wild scenery. But one day it was over, the last train drove 1982. The route came up in a very rouinous condition, and so it rat to seed and became the home for different plants and animals, especially for snakes.
Then some people had the idea to make a bike way of it, but some train enthusiasts wanted the rail traffic back. This resulted in a very big squabbeling, but the train won, fortunately. So last year the rail traffic started again, indeed only for the weekends, but that’s better then nothing.
This weekend we drove with the train to Freyung. Actually we wanted to go trekking, but it began to rain very hard, and so we drove back. But we can do that next time.