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One of the last steam trains that still runs commercially - and the mountains it penetrates – is like a world lost in time. As the train rattles tirelessly along an ascending and meandering rail, the acrid smell of coal and the belches of steam that it leaves in its wake evoke another era. But we’re not talking about re-enactments here, we’re talking about a way of life that survives in a time-warp. For everything – the fog in the mountains, the Communist-era miners’ tenements, the Soviet neoclassical touches on old administrative buildings, the blacksmiths banging in their workshops, the peasants toiling in their fields with hoe and sickle, the elders playing mahjong or the women dancing in the town square, the young couples flirting at the riverside banyan tree – all of this, and much more, make the area unforgettable.
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