Night Train

Okay, i know lindsey is going to give you the pretty version of the night train, so i am here to set you all straight on how it really was:

As you know, we booked the cheapest seats not realizing that they were just that - seats, and not a sleeper car. The story lindsey wont tell you is how we ended up in a sleeper. First of all some Koreans (or maybe chinese, its so hard to tell the difference, you know?) ahead of us had apparently pulled the same mistake (can you imagine two people, english both their second language, trying to comunicate - oh boy [actually we saw that in paris, it was hilarious, but thats another story]). We saw them all of a sudden getting up and grabbing their stuff off the racks, and lindsey, stressed to the hilt, leaps out of her seat and tackels the smallest one in the back. They both go flying and lindsey demands to know where they are headed. The poor lady is terrified, she nearly wet her pants, and stutters that they got an upgrade.

Lindsey takes off like a shot, i honestly didnt know she could move that fast, and she heads off to find the conductor. Meanwhile, sean joel and i are sweltering in our seats behind what must be the only boiler left on trains (it was weird, i could have swore that the train wasnt running on coal, but there was the boiler) wondering if we should go after her or pretend we didnt know her. The Korean/chinese people were giving us pretty dark looks, so we decided to play stupid, and said she was from the USA, which seemed to work.

Well, long story short, we get the sleeper car, and everyone sleeps ok.