In essence, the RER feels like a fresh uplifting change from the grimy piss-smelling aurora one feels in the Metro, but this is only a surface feeling. The RER has its own ways of sniping at people who shouldn’t be in the confines of its tunnels, and if you thought the Paris Metro was dusty, think again. After leaving Line D my hands (and face) were caked in the freshest tunnel dust. The hands were one thing, but coughing up dust phlegm and potent bogeys black as night was hilarious. I actually had great fun wiping them on Metro seats, spreading my boogery love with Parisians and Tourists alike.
The RER is a fucking maze in itself. Fortunately for us, Marshall is well versed in its confines and we ended up on a few missions through some peculiar transits. At one point we found ourselves into the alcoves of Ligne 1 – Robo-train territory with driverless trains. Walking through the RER is easy enough, the walkways are thin but wide enough to run if an oncoming train arrives (despite the lack of alcoves) and the trains are powered through overhead wires, much like the newer metro systems popping up over the world. Walking on tracks underground with no 3rd to worry about is a fairly pleasant feeling. Shouts to Marshall, Qx, Dsankt, Vivo, Snappel and Siologen for the hilarity, fuckerie and mad jokes yo.
Photo: I think Siolo’s in the picture, RER Ligne D, Paris, 2011
