A repeating coincidence during our train journeys is a ridable train arriving on the 3rd day of waiting. This trip was no exception. However, "ridable" was not how we initially deemed the train that arrived. As the days passed and hanging around the yard started to be more and more unmotivating, we grew more desperate. At first, we did not want to ride a train we cannot get into the wagon of due to the cargo being stacked to the top, but that changed. Getting caught off-guard, rushing to it past people and over obstacles, and knowing this might be the last chance of leaving the yard that day - we did not want to let this train go. The wagons were once again stacked to the top, but this time we were determined to ride it.