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Woman arrived at the station right at the last moment, just to find out her bus is delayed for at least 20 minutes.
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Another flight this week, the dreaded back to work one. A little dusting of snow over Scotland usually results in chaos and sure enough a delayed flight. Coming into land over a sugar coated Aberdeen. The colourful Rainbow just under the wing really stood out against the blandness of the snow.
Amtrak P42DC no. 97 is on the point of the eastbound Texas Eagle as the train pauses at Mineola, Texas just short of the station platform. The delay is being caused by a slow moving Union Pacific westbound that stalled at Hawkins due to wheelslip problems. Photo March 2014.
Someone told me they had been waiting 20 minutes prior before i got here. The train would arrive about 15 minutes later. The only problem i have with this station in particular is it really can't handle crowds since its so narrow which would then make it quite dangerous. But delays and huge traffic happen here all the time hahaha.
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The westbound Zephyr is approaching a red signal at the west end of Eisele (Clay) on the siding. The oil train on the main is too long to fit between switches, and is waiting for the a clear signal at the east end to proceed east. Once the train clears the west switch, DS-380 will get the Zephyr a light to continue west.
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Acela unit 2000 is crawling up to North Philadelphia station due to some unknown technical problem. The train behind it with the cab car appears to be bound for Harrisburg, but even after 2000 limped away, the other train never moved. Meanwhile the northbound Acela did not have any issues getting up to speed.
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Junto con el Parlamento de Budapest, son los dos edificios más altos de la ciudad (con 96 m), además del edificio religioso más grande del país, con capacidad para 8.500 personas.
Se comenzó a construir sobre el año 1851, concluyéndose 54 años después, en el año 1905, siendo consagrada ese mismo año. Los retrasos en las obras se debieron a que la cúpula tuvo que ser demolida en 1868 y reconstruida. El arquitecto principal fue el húngaro Miklós Ybl.
Bajo el gran edificio, cuya fachada principal mira hacia el cercano río Danubio, se tuvo que construir una cimentación de tres niveles, casi tan grande como la propia iglesia.
Fue construida bajo los cánones del estilo Neoclásico, con planta de cruz griega, de 87 m de largo por 55 m de ancho. La fachada principal se completa con dos torres gemelas a modo de campanarios; en la torre derecha se encuentra la campana más pesada (con nueve toneladas de peso) y grande de Hungría; la anterior, de 8 toneladas, fue fundida durante la II Guerra Mundial.
Desde la cúpula se obtienen unas excelentes vistas panorámicas de Budapest; se accede a lo más alto en ascensores o por 364 escalones.
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Together with the Budapest Parliament, they are the two tallest buildings in the city (with 96 m), in addition to the largest religious building in the country, with a capacity for 8,500 people.
Construction began on the year 1851, concluding 54 years later, in 1905, being consecrated that same year. The delays in the works were due to the dome had to be demolished in 1868 and rebuilt. The main architect was the Hungarian Miklós Ybl.
Underneath the great building, whose main facade faces the nearby Danube River, a three-level foundation had to be built, almost as large as the church itself.
It was built under the canons of the Neoclassical style, with Greek cross plant, 87 m long by 55 m wide. The main facade is completed with two twin towers as bell towers; In the right tower it is the heaviest bell (with nine tons of weight) and great of Hungary; The previous one, of 8 tons, was fused during World War II.
From the dome you get excellent panoramic views of Budapest; Is accessed at the highest in elevators or by 364 steps.
Más Información / More Information: es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bas%C3%ADlica_de_San_Esteban_(Budapest)
A KCS Belle and a nice clean SD40-2 are trying to depart Bensenville Yard on Canadian Pacific train 281. Several bad order cars had to be switched out, delaying it's departure by a few hours.
Eventually when the backlog of vehicles waiting for the delayed ferry prior to our booked one cleared, we were able to move from the holding area to the embarkation lanes. An inevitable wait before any chance of moving gave the useful opportunity to discover exactly who else was part of the trip. Many faces were recognised from the 55 Broadway briefing a few days previously but at the trip start at Chiswick a few hours earlier there was too much going on for introductions among the twenty four people who were going to be spending a lot of time together.
The team leader, Pat, appears to be at the centre of whatever was being discussed here. I wonder if it had anything to do with the different route(s) taken out of London and if it did, there was going to be another split convoy a few hours distant.......
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It was only when I overheard a telephone conversation on the way to our gate that I realised we were going to be delayed again. Last year it was patently obvious that we were going nowhere in a hurry as a blizzard engulfed Bristol Airport. This time the reasons were unclear, but as airlines do, they boarded us at the scheduled time, even though we’d just been told we’d be leaving an hour and twenty-five minutes late. We settled into our seats, shrugged and switched on our kindles. There was little else to do but wait patiently.
To say the man in the row behind us was getting irritable would be an understatement. To say he was fast becoming an irritation was also a bare representation of the facts as they stood. “Useless! Why have they boarded us if we can’t take off? We’ll probably have to get on another plane at this rate.” And so the one man tirade went on. A passing flight attendant was harangued on the subject of why we weren't receiving updates. Which I felt was odd, because the pilot had already made a number of them over the PA system. Perhaps his Royal Stroppiness wanted a minute by minute analysis. By now, we’d been sitting on the same spot on the tarmac for more than two hours, and while we were all feeling decidedly frustrated, the grumpy crusader in row twenty-two really wasn’t helping the mood. Firstly we’d been delayed because a member of the cabin crew had been taken unwell, and just when the emergency replacement had made it through airport security and been raced onto the plane, another problem arose in the form of a warning light in the cockpit. You know when that orange light appears on your dashboard and you think to yourself, “I really must get that seen to?” Well when you’re about to proceed at thirty-seven thousand feet for the best part of four hours, it really needs seeing to straightaway. An engineer was called. These things happen from time to time.
“Engineers! Pah! What do they know?” grumbled Mr Moan. “Absolutely nothing!” For a moment I thought he was going to sing “say it again” in an homage to Edwin Starr, but instead he expanded the subject of his rant. “Doctors! They don’t know anything either! Useless, the lot of ‘em!” The other passengers around us glanced at each other in a mixture of dismay and amusement. Was a doctor going to fly the plane? He might need the services of a doctor quite soon if this carried on. I was already considering whether to bring my 100-400 out of the bag and repurpose it over the top of his whining head. Would I be thrown off the plane or applauded by everyone else on board? Throughout the episode his wife sat next to him, smiling benignly. After four or five decades of this she’d probably either got used to it or gone deaf and decided not to see a doctor about it. Maybe she’d told him the doctor couldn’t fix it.
As the minutes ticked on, I decided to do a bit of online investigation to remind myself what our rights were. Evidently I wasn’t alone. I’d only typed “EU F….” into the search bar and Google knew what I was looking for. Three hours was the magic deadline for delayed flight compensation to kick in. The young woman in the row in front of us was looking hopeful. “We might as well be three hours late now,” she decided. “It’ll pay for half of the next holiday.” Lord Grump had by now gone temporarily silent as he realised the general tardiness of the day might deliver a cash bonus. I didn’t bother telling him that I'd just read the three hours thing was about how late you arrived at your destination, and given that the expected flying time would have made us nearly half an hour early under normal circumstances, we were still very unlikely to be hearing the sound of pound notes arriving in our bank accounts. At least he was quiet for a while.
Eventually, after sitting in this metal tube with almost two hundred other increasingly testy souls for more than three and a half hours, we were off. It was just after 1pm, more than three hours after the scheduled departure. No doubt someone holding the purse strings had urged them to get a move on before all of the operator’s profits on this jaunt and more were lost.
I’ve never spent seven and a half hours on a plane before, but by now I was half expecting us to land and open the doors to a wall of heat in a distant land where they race camels and small wiry men in keffiyehs converse in Arabic and drink mint tea from thimbles. But no, this was definitely Fuerteventura as I remembered it, the rugged lunar brown landscape rising from a glittering blue sea. Behind me, a voice murmured a scathing judgement on the subject of the latest cabin crew announcement. Maybe he should have offered to fly the plane himself. I just hoped he wasn’t going to the same resort as us. We landed at ten to five, just ten minutes short of the compensation hour. Funny that.
An hour or so later, in our rented Fiat Panda, we pulled up at our home for the next three weeks, and immediately went out through the back door to drink in the last of the evening sun. We were late again, but we were here. And there really wasn’t anything to complain about in that.
With westbound traffic backed up due to single-line working, a pair of 76s kick their heels quietly at Dunford West, waiting for a path through the tunnel; May 1979
Severe delays in both diredtions on the District and Circle lines.
Victoria Station, Saturday afternoon.
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So I currently own 4 dolls Blake my Rheia, Dawn, my Ante, Reign my Chloe and Bastion my Mirwen.
I plan to own Dezzy my Celine, Dutch my nanuri14 and Robyn my Feeple Rona.
I went from owning a Small collection of 4 to a collection of 7 and it's killing me because my room is very small and I don't want to have a huge collection of dolls.
So I instantly thought of who to sell. Dawn wasn't having it for she was my cute little girl who I didn't any problems with. Reign but this face he gave me today told me no as well. And Bastion and Blake also shook their heads.
I guess I am just going to have to deal with owning seven dolls. I never felt so content with owning dolls to the point that I will allow more to come in.
How do you guys deal with something like this?