Part 5: Some pelicans somewhere
I wake up just in time for
sunrise in North Dakota. I prefer sunrises to sunsets. They're
not always visually as stunning, but their symbolism is much
more dramatic. Here, now, somewhere in North Dakota, a new
day is starting, bringing life to this empty place. After
a successful birth of a new day, I drift back to sleep.
North Dakota is flat. It was
flat where I entered and it is flat at the train's last stop,
Williston. The vastness of these plains is quite incomprehensible
to me, it is difficult to imagine that this landscape goes
on for thousands of kilometers in all directions. There's
a lake every now and then, I see some pelicans somewhere.
Eavesdropping is the best
entertainment, and quite educational, too. I learn a lot about
oil refineries and railways in the area. It's great to be
traveling somewhere where I understand the language.
I thought Montana would live
up to its mountainous name. Not true! The eastern half of
the state is hardly different from North Dakota. The only
time I leave the train during my journey is in Havre. This
small town is really in the middle of nowhere. It is good
to accumulate some heat for the overly air-conditioned train,
though, and get some ice cream.
Part 6: Almost
travelogue is part of the subside travelzine