This post is for Quaminante and Cuckoo. Actually, I wrote before about the strange incident at Amsterdam in a previous post. And I am not going to tell you a word more about it, apart from that it has got to do something with a stroll that I took (or did not) around the train station!
Talking about trains, there is this strange custom in the Netherlands about trains (or at least it used to be there in the year 2002). I took a train from Amsterdam to Groningen and I had to change the train at some place in between. Knowing that I was new to the place the train in-charge of the Amsterdam train saw me safely down and pointed out the train I had to catch next.
When I tried boarding the other train, the in-charge of the ‘Groningen’ train asked me where did I want to go? I found the question strange, I thought the train would go to Groningen, as pointed out earlier to me. Still, who was I to argue in a new place? When I said Groningen, he asked me to board the first coach of the train. A few hours later I reached Groningen safely.
The next day, I was having a lunch with a professor and was telling him something about my train experience when he said, “Of course, you must be finding our trains strange. We keep cutting coaches here and there. The entire train does not go to one destination.”
After that whenever I boarded another train in the Netherlands, I made sure to ask which coach was going to my desired destination, and not if the train was going there.