Maeklong Railway Market, located in Samut Songkhram, Thailand, around 37 miles west of Bangkok, looks like any other open-air market in Asia.
There are tropical fruits and vegetables such as lychee, durian, and mango in big brightly colored piles, variety of dried spices, pastes and herbs, freshly caught seafood and other local foods.
The crowd weave their way around in between vendors, picking up whatever they need for the day. The market is sheltered by low-hanging awnings/umbrellas and if you look closely, you will notice that you are actually walking on train rails.
Then a piercing siren sounds and in a flash the market transforms – the shoppers disappear and the stallholders whip away their produce.
One moment you see the locals shopping for their vegetables and the next moment the vendors will scoop up their baskets and boxes and anything that lies over the track.
The market comes to a standstill as all the vendors hold on to the poles supporting their awnings to make way for the train to pass.
It is such a tight squeeze that the train travelling at about 15mph almost touches the fruits, vegetables and everything else at the marketplace as it passes through.
It’s a cemetery for trains, for locomotives. And it’s so big that it looks as though all of the trains in South America were moved to Uyuni, Bolivia, to chug their last chug.
Filled with hollowed out bodies that have completely rusted over and other remains, the “Great Train Graveyard” can be found on the otherwise deserted outskirts of Uyuni, a small trading region high in the Andean plain.
Uyuni has long been known as an important transportation hub in South America and it connects several major cities.
In the early 19th century, big plans were made to build an even bigger network of trains out of Uyuni, but the project was abandoned because of a combination of technical difficulties and tension with neighboring countries.
The trains and other equipment were left to rust and fade out of memory.
Most of the trains that can be found in the Graveyard date back to the early 20th century and were imported from Britain.
In other places in the world, the mighty steel trains would have held up better.
The salt winds that blow over Uyuni, which hosts the world’s largest salt plain, have corroded all of the metal.
Without guards or even a fence, these pieces were picked over and vandalized long ago.
Actually the East Coast Railway Victorian Express locomotive, not the London Necropolis Railway, but it looks creepy.
Here’s a properly creepy image to get you into the spirit of Halloween:
From 1854 to 1941, London had a railway line just for the transportation of the dead and the mourning.
It was appropriately named the London Necropolis Railway—the most ominous ticket stub imaginable.
Amanda Ruggeri—who previously wrote about the London Underground and its supposed relationship to the city’s ancient plague pits—explores the history of this very real railway, which was dedicated to ferrying the deceased (as well as anybody who missed them and wanted a visit) from the city to Surrey’s Brookwood Cemetery.
By the middle of the 1800s, London’s burial grounds were gruesomely close to bursting at the seams, necessitating the creation of suburban cemeteries like Brookwood.
But they had to make them practical for Londoners to use—hence, the railway.