In four hours I spent in Oshamambe waiting for my next train I | Kyoto Insights ⎈

In four hours I spent in Oshamambe waiting for my next train I only saw two or three elderly people on the streets outside of the station. The town was completely silent: most window shutters were down, shops closed, no taxis. Few cars passing through the central square made less sound than fresh snow crunching under my feet. Nobody cares to clean the snow off the roads; it just piles up indefinitely until some locals start digging out entrances to their houses with shovels. Dragging around suitcases [like I did] is not recommended.