The train station of San Carlos de Bariloche is a little like much of Argentina, one part first world and two parts third world. The station has great little cafe that is reminiscent of a bygone era and sits, within it’s parent that is built of solid stone to battle the almost permanent gale force winds.
(more…)I just went to visit that rejuvenated railway station that sounds like some holy monument to the stomach, St Pancras.
I must say that it’s a nice station!
I notice that there are a few London landmarks on facebook. London bridge being one, St Pancreas (with an image of a bowel to go with the added ‘e’ just to prove my poor spelling was on purpose) another.
St Pancras is spelled without the e. Poor thing.
I say!
I know my mood hasn’t been good concerning WiFi hotspots in London, considering our glorious capital can’t get it together to provide connectivity, gratis, for it’s citizens to lol about all chaise longue like, in it’s streets writing blogs like this (ie me).
I mean I can understand why. Imagine the glut of bohemians strewn about attempting to work, it would be pitiful. The sight of me strewn outside St Pauls writing an SEO proposal would sicken any banker I’m sure.
So. To escape from this madness I take myself on the road (or rail) to Brighton, and what do I find. WiFi access, free (for a limited period) from T Mobile on the train.
I’m writing this on the train (which is distracting me from working as it happens).
Viva la revolution.
The world IS my office (well, as well as being a dumping ground for humanities inability to govern it’s own greed that is).
We can share. The greedy and me.