May 23–24: Malmö to Berlin
And so we rode overnight from Malmö to Berlin, thanks to an impressive symbiosis of infrastructural modes.
Deepening twilight over the Malmö railyards.
The club-blue lighting of the train floor nearly equalled the color of the evening light outside.
My top-bunk bed on the train, with a reassuring set of straps and flaps to prevent rolling out.
A Post-Impression of a field that appears to consist of flowering rapeseed.
Arriving at the Trelleborg port.
Wait a minute. The train is getting on a boat.
The ferry cold contains a train station!!
We were allowed to step out of the train and explore the ferry.
So I went up on deck and checked out the views; here, some runway-like lanes outside at the port, seemingly for boarding car ferries (note the ferry in the background at the end of the runway).
An infinite recession of railroad lights.
A view off the stern down to the tracks we'd entered on.
Inside, the ferry was quite similar to the others I'd traversed the Baltic Sea on over the course of the spring, right down to the duty-free shop with sufficiencies of candy. The familiarity felt odd, due to the utterly different way we'd boarded the ship.
After we pushed off from shore, this lovely remaining bit of twilight color offered a counterpoint to the electric lights reflecting on the water.
This series of apparent drums with overhead lights receding up to the other ship is inscrutable in this photo; maybe they're the ends of jetties or docks?
The blue hour.
J/K, the red's still there!
Onshore lights getting ever more compressed in toward the horizon line.
A beacon before the receding shore.
A map on display showing the connection, from Trelleborg at the north end to Sässnitz at the south, on the large German island Rügen.
Last light line.
I awoke to sunny, misty views of the Brandenburg countryside, having slept through our arrival in Germany and disembarcation from the ferry (which I was sorry to have missed, but I was not sorry to have slept).
I wonder what the autumnal colors in the foreground here were.
A nice altocumulus tableau as we arrived on the outskirts of Berlin.
And then, just like that, there we were in the bowels of the Berlin Hauptbahnhof.