the thing that wouldn't stop leaving me alone
Much more of a drastic description than what actually happened. I never really searched for this engine while passing through Orizaba - it found me, twice.
Once on the highway out of town, and then a couple of nights later taking the slow way towards our Hotel. The conductor, or brakeman was waving a flashing on the back of the rear hopper. I had no idea what it was at first, then it became apparent it was train time. A mile or so east of Patio Orizaba this local goes about its duties for the evening.
the thing that wouldn't stop leaving me alone
Much more of a drastic description than what actually happened. I never really searched for this engine while passing through Orizaba - it found me, twice.
Once on the highway out of town, and then a couple of nights later taking the slow way towards our Hotel. The conductor, or brakeman was waving a flashing on the back of the rear hopper. I had no idea what it was at first, then it became apparent it was train time. A mile or so east of Patio Orizaba this local goes about its duties for the evening.