After thirty minutes of sitting in my tiny, cramped train seat, I realized it was going to be a long trip. Besides being stuck without a bed for the eight hour overnight journey, I also was forced to keep my backpack on my lap for fear of having something stolen. My slight irritation grew into a simmering anger once the temperature began climbing well into the 90’s. If the stifling heat wasn’t enough, it wasn’t long before my fellow passengers, who didn’t even know each other upon entering the train, decided to do a little bit more than chat. Overheated and exhausted, I was not pleased at the canoodling going on a mere foot away. Last time I checked, it was not very good manners to play tongue tag in front of complete strangers. Feeling alone and slightly close to insanity, I was less than comforted when the door opened and a scowling head popped in, demanding to see my train ticket. After getting off the train, I realized the trip might have seemed worse because I was taught that public displays of affection are not exactly the classiest thing. In addition, my last minute reservations and small amount of planning resulted in my lack of a bed, teaching me to always book tickets well in advance. Overall, despite the intense make out I witnessed and the extreme heat, the trip taught me a valuable lesson-ALWAYS book a bed on night trains and if possible, make your ticket first class.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X_KACgT-ZD0 -This is a clip from Eurotrip which reminded me that uncomfortable train trips aren't limited to just myself.
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