Awaiting their fate.
A picture taken just prior to being ejected!
The Brazilian owned ex RN privatized operation south of the Tagus river was Belos. At the time of my first and second visits to the area in 1995/6 their huge fleet must have been 50% AEC... paradise on earth for such as myself. However, withdrawals and replacements were the order of the day, and many such were stored at the rear of their central works just outside Setubal. Naturally I thought it necessary to visit the place. Doing the job correctly I reported, phrases and phrase book at the ready to the security office, and by some coincidence we managed to understand each other. Further to that, I ascertained that it was lunchtime .. a protracted affair in that country, and I'd have to wait until the works manager returned for permission. After an hour of wasting precious time, I elected to walk around to the rear via a public right of way, where I also discovered an alternative entrance. Seeing there was no one around, and so much worth photographing I entered and commenced. Needless to say, within a matter of seconds, officialdom returned, via that same gate, and in a tirade the gist of which I got, ejected me!
The UTIC AECs seen here were the predecessors styling wise of those in the previous picture.
Awaiting their fate.
A picture taken just prior to being ejected!
The Brazilian owned ex RN privatized operation south of the Tagus river was Belos. At the time of my first and second visits to the area in 1995/6 their huge fleet must have been 50% AEC... paradise on earth for such as myself. However, withdrawals and replacements were the order of the day, and many such were stored at the rear of their central works just outside Setubal. Naturally I thought it necessary to visit the place. Doing the job correctly I reported, phrases and phrase book at the ready to the security office, and by some coincidence we managed to understand each other. Further to that, I ascertained that it was lunchtime .. a protracted affair in that country, and I'd have to wait until the works manager returned for permission. After an hour of wasting precious time, I elected to walk around to the rear via a public right of way, where I also discovered an alternative entrance. Seeing there was no one around, and so much worth photographing I entered and commenced. Needless to say, within a matter of seconds, officialdom returned, via that same gate, and in a tirade the gist of which I got, ejected me!
The UTIC AECs seen here were the predecessors styling wise of those in the previous picture.