I had to smile when I read this post as it reminded me of an incident in the 1960s.
In 1966, I was a soldier, posted to Francistown, Botswana.
Francistown then had one main street with shops and 2 pubs on one side and the railway station on the other.
Our favourite pub was directly opposite the railway station.The railway station was on the main line for trains from Pretoria in South Africa to Bulawayo in Rhodesia and they used to stop for about 10 or 15 minutes to take on water and coal. These trains were massive Beyer Garret arrangements.
We were stationed in Francistown as UK and Rhodesia were at each other's throats over the declaration of independence so Rhodesia was "out of bounds".
One night, a group of Irish fusiliers who had had a few beers and were fed up with Francistown, decided they wanted to see Rhodesia.
So, they walked out of the pub, across the road and stole the train!
Somehow, these soldiers figured out how to make it go and took the train all the way to Bulawayo where they got 6 months in prison!
40 years later the memory of it still makes me laugh!