Utica – New York City train ride

We were a little apprehensive taking a train in the US. Amtrak, the dominant train operator there, has a bad reputation for long delays and cancellations. In fact just a few days before the journey, they emailed us about a planned 20 minute delay. We were boarding our train from Utica in New York and that didn’t help ease our anxiety either. Utica felt like an old manufacturing city on decline – one that people go through but never go to.

The waiting room of Utica station was an enormous columned hall with long wooden benches that was clearly built in a bygone era. Ironically, in one corner of the station was the DMV office! The station also housed a restaurant with indeterminate opening hours, a quaint barber shop (complete with a barber’s pole), a couple of small administrative offices and a ticket counter cum enquiry window. The person on duty at the window also had to update a manual display (by pinning cut out letters from a tray below it) with latest train arrival/departure information received over a landline.

The station had only two platforms and there was no way of knowing where your train would leave from until 15 minutes prior the departure. There was a digital display just above the enquiry window but it was hard to say if it could be trusted. Overall this place felt less like somewhere in the US and more like a train station in rural France.

Our train kept accumulating further delays on its way to Utica and arrived an hour later than the times printed on our ticket. Only a handful of us were boarding the train. We were segregated into different coaches depending on our destination and within a minute of us boarding the train began its lumbering, five hour long journey to New York City.

The train was quite spacious from inside. There was ample space to stow our suitcases and we had no trouble finding a place to sit (tickets don’t carry seat numbers, another reason for our anxiety). The ticket checker examined our printed e-ticket and slid a couple of green tabs in the overhead luggage rack, probably to mark that we had been already checked.

Given how cold it gets in New York, we weren’t expecting to be able to open the train windows. Sadly the window panes were tinted and grimy making it nearly impossible to snap any decent pictures on the way. New York at this time of the year puts up a glorious display of fall colours. Throughout the ride, we kept passing distant rolling hills covered in shades of orange, maroon and yellow. The sky was a dull grey throughout, but it only served to accentuate the colours of the landscape. Vegetation closer to the tracks would occasionally hide everything from the view and when it would disappear, we would be riding along a river.

I held my phone’s camera against the glass window and tried shooting some high frame-rate videos. The results surprised me. There is something hypnotic about seeing the trees, bushes and fall foliage glide past in slow motion. The landscape in the background creates a strong parallax and gives the illusion of the recording being three dimensional.

Our journey was punctuated by various small stations (we were particularly excited about Amsterdam, NY) every 30-40 minutes. The train had pantry service and a respectable menu but they were out of practically anything we wanted to have. Thankfully they did carry plenty of black coffee which we washed down our own stock of potato chips, fruits, nuts and granola bars with.

One of our co-passenger was extremely friendly and handed us a fistful of candies for no reason at all. In India, one hears grim tales of people being drugged and robbed in trains. So for us, eating something handed to you by a stranger in a train is a rookie mistake. We left the candies in the seat’s pocket. I can’t help but feel sorry about the world that makes us wary of a random act of kindness by a stranger.

As we drew closer to New York City, the hamlets along the way started turning into towns which then became cities. The train made up lost time along the way and by the time it came to a halt in the underground tunnel at Penn Station, we were just 15 minutes off the scheduled arrival. It was a memorable ride. I am already thinking about the footage I could get in winters.

The harmonious chaos of Amsterdam’s traffic

Compared to India, where cars, buses, bikers, autorikshaws and stray cows jostle for the same limited space, the traffic in central Amsterdam doesn’t feel chaotic. While riding a cab last week, my perspective shifted a little. The cars share the same road with trams. The cyclists and the pedestrians occasionally spill over into the same shared space from their designated lanes. So the traffic here is chaotic too but a harmonious kind of chaotic. That said, Amsterdam is one of Europe’s most densely populated cities, but it’s population density is still a third of Delhi. Plus, respect for traffic rules and others’ personal space keeps traffic flowing smoothly.

p.s. I am quite enjoying playing with Instagram’s new Hyperlapse app. Considering how shaky the cab was and how hard it is to hold a phone-camera steady for six minutes at a stretch, I am quite impressed that it pulled out a somewhat usable footage out of the ride. While by default it speeds up the video 6x, it also allows you to save a 1x version which sounds like a great way to get image-stabalised version straight from your phone’s camera.

p.p.s. Here is another, much shorter segment from the same ride:

p.p.p.s. Found myself relating a little to Apple’s misunderstood TV spot – at least one of the persons sharing the ride thought I was taking selifes.

On a boat in Amsterdam

A boat ride through the canals in Amsterdam should be on the itinerary of every visitor. You could rent a pedal-boat or take a tour in a covered tourist boat, but an open motorboat is highly recommended. On the streets by the canals, life marches on at its usual pace. From a boat in the canal, it seems to slow down. The views seem more panoramic, the bikes locked to the railings of the bridges overhead more picturesque. It’s as if the city is letting you in on its grand scheme – one that isn’t revealed to cyclists or pedestrians.

Medium

For my last post, I gave Medium a shot. To me it is a new blogging platform – though Medium likes to call itself:

a new place on the Internet where people share ideas and stories.

I love the way it allows me to lay out text. I especially like the ability to embed groups of images and share large pictures without breaking the flow of the story.

Here is the post:

Chamonix – Day 1

I am still not quite sure if I’ll switch to Medium – perhaps I’ll use it for certain kinds of posts, we’ll see.