I’d been drawn to Calleta’s Hobo Railroad Infohub by the huge burning pile of slot machines in the centre of the yard. The whole area was littered with old furniture and junk. The only reference to Christmas was a sparse fir tree at the side of the area, but even this had cans of beans and beer hanging from it instead of decorations.
A group of people sat chatting on the old furniture nearby and suddenly they called to me to join them. They asked me to sit down and I drank a cup of tea as they made me feel welcome. They said they always met there and I can see why, it’s a scruffy place, running live with rats, but something magical about it, like dropping out of society and letting the world pass you by.
I’d like to thank Raskolnikow, Roy, Arduenn, Deimos, Dreft, Patty and Rocket (if I’ve missed anyone I’m sorry) for making me welcome, I’ll definitely be back to say hello.