I.Hate.Trains.
Seriously, people? Seriously? "You have to take the train in Europe! It's so much fun!" Filthy Earth Lies!!! That was the most hellish 16 hours in my life! First of all, six people in a room smaller than a prison cell. Luckily J. was on his way to Poland so one of the bunks was free. The bottom two were occupied by a couple of girls from Nova Scotia (Laura & Josey) the middle two bunks by this German couple, I shall call them Shushy Mcshusherston and his wife. So I get into my sardine can (only without all that nice oil to wiggle in) on my top bunk that's seriously like a wooden board with with a sheet and start to converse with the Canadian girls when the German guy whips around on his bunk and says "Please, SHHHH!". Whoa, homeboy it's 6:30. I mean I could understand if it was 9 but at 6:30 really? A shush? So me the the two girls ventured out to try and find a dining/bar car or anywhere to sit but no, they just had like a little cart that sold things. I got a sandwich. What kind you ask? Please don't. I'd rather not try and remember. So the girls and I hung out in the narrow hallway, smushing against the window so that when people squeezed by behind us I felt molested. Josey soon went to bed but Laura and I stayed up until 11 talking about reality shows like America's Next Top Model vs. Project Runway & the effect of unreal body expectations on women in our misogynistic society. That part was kind of awesome. But then I had to sleep on my tiny wooden board, suspended six feet into the air on a swaying and froing train. Not fun, or restful, I ran down my iPod battery listening to Sheryl Crow trying to drown out my pain with her own. Then I was up at 6 and I hung out in the hallway until everyone woke up and then Laura, Josey and talked about ratty hostels we'd stayed in cool, cool places in Venice, So You think You Can Dance, Buffy and Horror movies until the train got in.
Never riding a train again.
Never riding a train again.