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    Death of the American Hobo (Documentary)
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    Death of the American Hobo (Documentary)

    August 14, 2019


    BEN: Your heart’s racing. Obviously, you’re hoping that
    we wouldn’t get caught. -There’s something about the
    hobo that has to be recorded in American history. BEN: The whole time we were
    asking ourselves, what is the story here? What is the story of the hobo? What is a hobo? EMPRESS VAGABOND HOBO LUMP: It’s
    not like people think. It’s hard, like, a hard life. -It’s speeding up! Go go go go go go! [APPLAUSE] AARON SMITH: This
    is Britt, Iowa. It’s a small town of about
    2,000 people out in the central Iowa cornfields. Over the last 112 years,
    Britt has become known for one thing– an annual event called The
    National Hobo Convention. There’s a hobo jungle, a hobo
    museum, and a hobo cemetery. In 1900, Britt was just a newly
    incorporated farming community in search of
    migrant workers. The town founders enticed the
    hobos to move their annual gathering from Chicago
    to Britt. A tradition was born that still
    brings self-described hobos to Britt every year
    for one August weekend. HOBO MIKE: I’ve been traveling
    trains since I was eight, and as a living since ’63. FROG: I started riding trains
    when I was 20 years old. I’m 62 years old now. WRONG WAY: [LAUGHING] I’m Wrong Way. My nephew gave me that name
    in the early ’70s. HOBO SPIKE: I started in 1952,
    and I used a train to go from one place to another
    to find work, and that’s how I survived. AARON SMITH: Most historians
    agree the hobo emerged after the Civil War. Young men from both sides set
    off across the country in search of work. By the turn of the century, the
    hobo had become part of the fabric of America. But today, what was once a
    substantial culture and way of life seems close
    to extinction. We wanted to see what was left
    of the hobo community, and we hoped we’d find it in Britt. In our minds, there was only one
    way to travel to the hobo convention– the
    freight train. We began our journey in Oakland,
    California, hoping to travel 1,900 miles on the
    rails in five days. AARON SMITH: These are the maps
    that show the different rail lines all over California,
    with like, special zoom-ins that show you all the
    little small towns that you can stop in, different crew
    changes, and this is something totally like, pre-iPhone. Now you can totally just
    GPS your location. But these maps were really
    helpful for a lot of people for a long time. Before a cohesive network of
    roads was laid across America, the train was the fastest way
    to get from place to place. Early hobos learned to ride by
    swapping information with other travelers they met along
    the way in hobo jungles. Chris is from Virginia and
    spends his time hopping freight trains around the
    country for pleasure. Our friend Ben lives in San
    Francisco and had a couple weeks off work and decided
    to join us. BEN: I wasn’t sure what
    to expect of the trip. I knew it was going to be an
    adventure, but I didn’t know exactly what the details
    and the minutiae of the trip would hold. We woke up that morning, hoping
    to catch a train. But we woke up, got ready,
    there was no train there. And as more time passed, we
    realized that the information we had gotten was probably
    incorrect. AARON SMITH: We decided to wait
    for another train, but a worker spotted us in the yard
    and called the bull. Bull is an old-time term
    for a railroad cop. It’s always been a cat and mouse
    game between the hobo and the bull. Back in the day, bulls had
    no problem killing hobos. Today, it’s a little
    bit different. -We don’t really have
    hobos anymore. -A transient, a hobo, vagrant,
    is a guy who participates on the rail property– trespass, hopping
    freights, yeah. -And a tramp, tramp’s in
    the middle, right? -What did they call it? Tramps. I like that. That was back in the day, man. That was back in the day. Tramps, hobos. -When have you seen somebody
    with a broomstick– -A tramp with a bag tied around
    his shoulder, right? All right, guys. You know how to get out
    of here, right? Don’t come back, all right? -Don’t come back. AARON SMITH: There seem
    to be very few people hopping trains anymore. The hobo seems like
    a museum piece. It’s like a joke, a word
    nobody uses anymore. We didn’t want to go to the
    Oakland jail, so we headed to Amtrak station with our tails
    between our legs. We got out to the next crew
    change stop on the line– Roseville, California. As soon as we got to Roseville,
    there was a train getting ready to take off. Bad decision. A conductor saw us and we got
    pulled off the train five miles outside of town. Uh, we just got pulled
    off this train here. -Again. AARON SMITH: Yeah, yeah, it
    was the second time today. Morale was low. Chris decided to set off on
    his own to Denver, and we hopped a gambling bus
    to Reno, Nevada. JACKSON FAGER: Now we’re in
    Reno, Nevada, feeling a little better about our situation, and
    hoping a train comes in the next couple hours. AARON SMITH: In the yard,
    avoiding bulls and workers is one concern. Finding a rideable
    car is another. Some of the wells on these
    double-stacked cars have a cubby hole you can
    ride in, but we weren’t seeing anything. The locomotive at the back of
    the train, called the rear unit, seemed like
    our best bet. But it’s risky. Workers periodically
    check the cars. Lucky for us, the train
    aired up, and we finally got on our way. We’re indoors, Amtrak style, and
    we’ve got these big plushy seats, continuing along. We’re in the middle
    of nowhere. For the first 100 miles,
    there were no roads, no highways, no nothing. It was just desert as far
    as the eye could see. It was beautiful. It was amazing to kind of get
    that, see what that was like, vast expanses of nature. MEDICINE MAN: Now, everybody
    thinks that the real hobo life is great, and it’s part of
    wanderlust, but it’s not. The hobo life is a very,
    very dangerous life. ADMAN: Sometimes painful, when
    everything is all fucked up. You’re looking around, and
    the bulls are out there. BEN: It felt like something out
    of a special operations combat mission. We spotted a grain train. We knew that this was our
    ticket out of Elko. Go go go go go! ADMAN: Riding on a flat car with
    a full moon, and watching the [CLICKING NOISE] It’s a game that gives you
    a fucking hard-on, I can tell you that. MINNESOTA JIM: Once you
    do it, it’s with you the rest your life. You want to keep on the move. ADMAN: We see the world
    in a different light. FROG: Always total, absolute
    freedom, every day of my life. HOBO SPIKE: I don’t think
    there’s any better way to see this great world of ours,
    especially our nation, than from a freight train. AARON SMITH: We were crossing
    the Great Salt Lake. The air was cool, and
    the smell of sulfur rose from the water. It was the most undisturbed
    stretch of natural beauty any of us had ever seen. The train forces you to slow
    down and take it all in. All the frustrations and
    anxieties of life back in civilization seemed
    to disappear. HOBO SPIKE: When you’re on the
    rails, if you don’t get caught, there’s no one to tell
    you what to do, when to go to bed, when to get up,
    what to eat. You’re on your own for 100%. AARON SMITH: Although we were
    loving the ride, we were running out of water fast. After close to 24 hours on the
    train, we were hungry, tired, dirty, and dehydrated. Well, our train stopped here
    in Green River, Wyoming. It’s just a little railroad town
    here in southern Wyoming. Just kind of roamed around and
    got the vibe of the town. HOBO SPIKE: Then when you get
    into a community, of course you have to fit into society,
    so you have to abide by laws at that time. But if you’re by yourself,
    you don’t have to pay attention to any law. AARON SMITH: So we walked over
    this bridge that we’re sitting under now, probably about
    110 degrees, dry heat. BEN: Just took a dip
    in the Green River. After four or five days not
    showering, it felt amazing. AARON SMITH: I’m gonna go
    get in there right now. BEN: Our days have
    been very full. We haven’t gotten
    a lot of sleep. It’s been a few hours here, a
    few hours there, trying to hop on trains successfully,
    which we sometimes have, sometimes haven’t. We’re always on the move trying
    to get to our end goal, which is Britt. AARON SMITH: No eastbound trains
    were coming through. The sun went down, and we
    enjoyed the solitude of the Wyoming landscape. Up to this point, we hadn’t seen
    any other travelers on the trains. At the turn of the century,
    there were around a million hobos on the rails. After the Depression,
    that number doubled. Hobos had organized their own
    union, and there were over 60 hobo colleges all across
    the country. Boxcars were crowded
    with riders. But something happened midway
    through the century. Maybe it was American
    prosperity. Where there were once millions
    on the road, today, there’s probably a couple thousand. In my experience, you hardly
    ever see anyone on the rails. The next morning, we decided to
    try our luck in the Green River yard. -Hey, man. -How about yourself? -We’re hitchhiking. -Sorry, man. -Oh, really? -All right, thank you. -OK, man. -Thank you. AARON SMITH: After getting
    warned by the cops to leave, we went back to our original
    spot under the bridge. MEDICINE MAN: Today, you don’t
    want to jump a train. It’s so dangerous, because the
    old steam locomotives, it was chug, chug, chug, and pretty
    soon, it was [ENGINE NOISE]. But today, in two minutes,
    they’re flying. AARON SMITH: Our train stopped
    in the middle of the yard, and we didn’t know why. AARON SMITH: An hour went by,
    and it felt like an eternity. Each time you get on
    the train, it’s a role of the die– a unique and unpredictable
    experience. Perhaps that’s one
    reason we do it– to gamble, to relinquish control
    completely, and give ourselves to fate and luck. That was one of the faster
    ones I’ve hopped on. You kind of had to run alongside
    and kind of throw yourself up. But we all made it. Really grateful for that. The train out of Green River
    had three units and looked like it would blaze across
    Wyoming, but it puttered along the entire time at
    35 miles an hour. It was time for a
    change of plans. We arrived in Laramie, Wyoming
    on Friday morning, with still 800 miles to go to
    get to Britt. We were behind schedule,
    and the convention had already started. We got off here in Laramie,
    Wyoming because the train was so damn slow. Rent a cars were too expensive,
    the Greyhound would take two days, so we ended
    up getting this U-Haul. 12-hour drive ahead of us, and
    we’ve gotta haul ass to Britt. In keeping with the spirit of
    our trip, we picked up all the hitchhikers we saw
    along the way. JOE YOUNG: Hey, what’s
    up, guys? I’m Joe Young. I’ve been on the road for about
    four or five years. The only way I get around
    is on bicycle. AARON SMITH: We picked
    up another guy. This is Alex. He’s coming from Colorado. ALEX: How’s it going? AARON SMITH: It didn’t take us
    long to fill up the back of the U-Haul. After six grueling days
    of traveling, we finally arrived in Brit. We were ready to hang out with
    hundreds of hobos and swap stories about our travels
    on the rails. -Hello! Happy Hobo Days! -Happy Hobo Days! -What we found instead was a
    family-friendly event with a bunch of tourists. BEN: Just a number of
    townspeople, big farm tractors, fancy or unusual cars,
    and homemade floats. People– not hobos. -All aboard! -The hobo convention has gone
    county fair mainstream. This wasn’t the wild, drunken,
    turn of the century event that brought 1,800 hobos
    here in the 1940s. -Well, we’re serving mulligan
    stew, and it is what the traditional hobo
    used to serve. Meat– we have pork in ours–
    and then it has beef flavoring, and pork flavoring,
    and then vegetables, barley, and rice in it, and
    then water. -Every year for the past 112
    years, the hobos have elected a hobo king and queen. -This year, our new
    queen is Angel. And your new king is
    Minnesota Jim. -It’s an important moment for
    them, especially now that most of the hobos are senior
    citizens. The hobo jungle in Britt is a
    well maintained park on the edge of town. It used to be a pretty
    wild place. EMPRESS VAGABOND HOBO LUMP:
    This is not the same. They bring in like a family
    affair, and a history thing, and people learning. Because the hobo, you wouldn’t
    be finding no children in an old camp, you know
    what I mean? People really was kind of
    sleeping out, and across the tracks or in the bush. It was more like a jungle. AARON SMITH: Today, there’s
    a lot of rules. No drinking, no drugs,
    no unleashed dogs. It’s become the kind of place
    that people used to become hobos to get away from. Most of the hobos we met were
    retired from riding trains. Living an itinerant life for
    decades takes its toll. MEDICINE MAN: A modern-day
    hobo, probably in my estimation, is getting to the
    point where it’s rubber tire hobos that come together
    and perpetuate history. AARON SMITH: The convention
    has become a shadow of its former self. The city’s turned it
    into a parody. There are still plenty young
    people out there riding the rails for adventure, but those
    who call themselves hobos and travel around looking for
    work are a dying breed. FROG: And it’s still there. Though I’m not riding freight
    trains, it’s still there. I still want to ride. AARON SMITH: Out on the rails,
    we slowed down and experienced an adventure that was
    once a way of life for a lot of people. The train tracks persist on,
    relics on the landscape, entry points into the hidden world. We felt a deep nostalgia for a
    time that’s passed and sadness for the American hobo, fast
    disappearing down the westbound track. FROG: I have one final ride, and
    it’s my westbound journey. -For the moments of happiness,
    for the love, for the moments of disappointments, for
    everything, hobo is thankful to the railroad.

    The Legend of the Haunted Railroad Tracks in San Antonio, Texas!
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    The Legend of the Haunted Railroad Tracks in San Antonio, Texas!

    August 13, 2019


    In this area, it has a legend haunted story! In 1940s or earlier, There was a school bus carrying around 10 kids to the school. The engine was broken down while the bus was on the railroad! A bus driver was puzzled and tried to figure out a way to solve the engine issue. Apparently, a bus driver didn’t realize the bus was on the railroad. Then, he saw a train coming and it was too late to save kids or himself. The train crashed the school bus and everybody were killed. So what’s happening next now? Now, I’m getting a baking soda. What is this for? We’ll take a car on the railroad, then we will wait and it will eventually move. Maybe a car was being pushed by kids who were killed in the train crash. You might see kids’ handprints on those baking soda. Maybe they’re trying to save us from getting killed. You see the sign says no stop on the railroad, which means they know people do come here to confirm the experience. Now, I’m taking my car on the railroad. Justin will set a camera tripod to capture the entire action. I’m here to make sure that we’re not getting hit by a train. It’s what terrified me the utmost right now. I have that imagination what if it will hit us or not. You funny. I know you’re doing it. I’m parking here. We’re giving it a try again. Now it’s moving backward. I have to admit it’s the ideal spot for feeling tension or terrifying a bit. We were nervous about cars driving through us. I think it’s moving on its own. I didn’t do anything lol. Let’s check the baking soda. What! It’s true! We did several tests. Some did move on its own. We just had to see if there are any kid hands. And hands are right there! The total is 10 hands. I think it’s more than just ten hands. (Joking: not true about hands) (There are two cars testing the railroad now. I just learned that there is 2 inches horizontal off. When you park on the railroad, it will stay a while but it will move later. Why? It has a steep a bit. Once it’s moved, then everybody immediately assumed it is pushed by kids!

    Traveling Pakistan by Train Faisalabad to Lahore Railroad Journey
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    Traveling Pakistan by Train Faisalabad to Lahore Railroad Journey

    August 13, 2019


    Traveling by Train from Faisalabad to Lahore via Chak Jhumra, Sangla Hill, Farooq Abad and Shekhupora. Faisalabad Railway Station is on Khanewal Wazirabad Branch Line. Passengers from Karchi, Lahore Rawalpindi, Islamabad, Quetta Peshawar and many more Cities and Towns of Pakistan access to all parts of Pakistan by Faisalabad Railway Station. in the Pakistan Railways trains Shalimar Express, Pakistan, Night Coach, Karakoram, Akbir, Badir and Ghouri Express.

    Traveling Pakistan By Train Multan To Lahore Railroad Journey
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    Traveling Pakistan By Train Multan To Lahore Railroad Journey

    August 9, 2019


    Multan Cantonment railway station is a major railway station on Karachi Peshawar Mainline in the City of Multan Punjab It is Stops for Jaffar Express Pakistan Express, Awam Tezgam, Night Coach Mehr Express Bahaudin Zakria Express Multan Express Karachi Express and More freight and Passenger trains. 24/7 Available Today our journey on Karachi Express It runs between Karachi and Lahore. Distance between Multan and Lahore is 315 Km. Train takes 4 to 5 Hours. Khanewal is Junction Railway Station for Lalamusa Khanewal Branch line, Lodhran Khanewal on Pakistan Railways Karachi Peshawar mainline. Harappa is an archaeological site was built approximately 2600 BCE A small village on the Karachi-Lahore railway line during 1865 was named Montgomery after Sir Robert Montgomery, Later, it was made the capital of the Montgomery District. ts name was reinstated as Sahiwal in 1967 after the Sahi clan of Kharal Rajpoots who are the native inhabitants of this area Primary Owner of Sahiwal Cow Breed. The city is in the densely populated region between the Sutlej and Ravi rivers. The principal crops are wheat, cotton, tobacco, Corn, potato and oilseeds, and Sugarcane. Sahiwal power plant is Pakistan’s first supercritical coal power plant, and consists of two 660-megawatt plants a combined capacity of 1,320 MW. This is the first phase, and may be followed by a possible second phase which will include two 1,000-megawatt plants. Though the plant is now considered to be part of the China Pakistan Economic Corridor (CPEC) which was announced in April 2015, The plant was built by a joint consortium of China’s state-owned China Huaneng Group which own 51% of shares, and the Shandong Ruyi, which hold 49% of shares. The Government of Pakistan will purchase electricity from the consortium at a tariff of 8.3601 US Cents/kWh. The project was built on a build, operate, transfer basis in which the plant’s ownership will be transferred to the Government of Punjab after 30 years of operation. The project site spans a total of 1,700 acres, given by the Government of Punjab free of charge. most of the coal used for the power plant is imported from Indonesia and South Africa, and is transported by rail from the Port of Karachi and Port Qasim to the Power Plant on Pakistan’s existing railway infrastructure. Like, Share and Subscribe Tarar Support for more videos thanks..