After my first experience with Amtrak, I wouldn’t go again if you put a gun to my head.
My son and I went from Oakland Ca., to San Antonio, Tx. We did not have a sleeper berthing, so we sat the whole way. I had an inkling that the trip would be interesting when we arrived at the terminal, and found out that our train to Los Angeles had been cancelled. Another train was found, which involved getting all new tickets along with a bus pass. We had to overnight in LA, then take a bus to the next train. Bus trip was 3 hours; I forget where we started from at this point. Bakersfield?
I thought the scenery would be a highlight of the trip, but I was mistaken. If you’re facinated by miles and miles of abandoned tires and rusting farm machinery, then this trip would have been your ultimate fantasy. Not to mention not seeing a single living creature. No crows, sheep, lizards, long horned cattle, coyotes, lions, tigers or bears (oh my).
We tried the Dining car once, but there was too much movement to enjoy the meal. So we ate mostly from the Bar Car. One highlight was the attendent getting a glow on, and announcing to the passengers, “Come on down to the Bar Car, and vist Bud, The World’s Lonliest Bartender”.
The public toilets were filthy, the seats were uncomfortable, but the best part was the non-functioning switch that was supposed to keep the doors between the cars shut. It failed the first night at about 2:00 clock in the morning, making sleep impossible. I finally learned how to manually override the switch by watching one of the Conductors do it.
As for delays, let me be the first to tell you that Amtrak is at the bottom of the food chain. Many times we’d finally be getting up to a full head of steam, only to pull on to a side track, and wait another hour for a freight train to roll on past us.
We were almost 12 hours behind schedule, so I asked a Condutor if I could borrow a cell phone, to call our friend who was picking us up. “Sure, just wait until we get underway; the porters have to get everyone on board first”.
I waited until the train was moving, then tried my fellow passengers for a loaner phone. No such luck. I then went through the Dining car, and found a couple of porters rolling up napkins. They didn’t have a cell phone themselves, but they directed me to try in the kitchen. Never try this yourselves. If you do, you’ll find yourself being chased through the Dining car by a foreign guy wearing a chef’s apron, who will then try to have you put off of the train in the middle of the fucking desert.
We finally were approaching our final stop, but had to wait for a travelling circus that was going the other way that had priorty. The other passengers started threatening the Conductor, who fled for the back end of the train. The porters stopped coming through as well; by this time all the train personnel had completely dissapeared.
We finally arrived, 10 hours late. When I got home a week later, (we flew back), there was a message from Amtrak, informing me (after I’d already arrived in Oakland) that my train was cancelled.
Never again.