Two years ago we are on the SW Chief, or Limited, or whatever they call it nowadays. We were getting settled into our sleeper and overheard a fellow telling the attendant not to worry about changing over his room, etc.
The next day we get off in Albuquerque to stretch our legs and find something to eat, as it was to be a long stop. There's an interesting homeless population there including one fellow with a pet turkey.
Anyway we get back to the train. My g/f notices immediately that our bags have been moved. This was her first train trip, and she'd been paranoid about our luggage since we'd gotten onboard. Our bags had been opened and gone through.
I step outside and ask our attendant Gabe what's up? The police had boarded the train and arrested the fellow mentioned above for smuggling cocaine. Apparently they had searched our bags then. I'm thinking ***?
We're at dinner that night and sit with a young black kid from our sleeper. He'd been onboard when the police were there. He'd been searched along with his room and luggage. I'm thinking ***?
Later there was an announcement about smoking on the train. When we get to Trinidad, and person is taken off the train and arrested for smoking onboard.
All this after telling my g/f this was the coolest most relaxing way to travel. I doubt she'll ever take the train again. And I'm never leaving the train in Albuquerque again.