El tren del fin del mundo (The train at the end of the world)
Thought I´d skip the sea and ships for a bit. As the title says, this is our little train. The station is about 8 km from my backdoor. It runs on what is left of a track that was laid to haul prisoners to cut wood for the winter.
I´m not sure about this one. I´ve obviously got a long way to go on every part, but something doesn´t seem quite right. I´ll keep at it for a bit and see if I can get a better feel for it.
The only problem with humor is that no one takes it seriously.