Train to Tangier
They told us 1st and 2nd class were so similar on the train, that it didn’t matter. Take the cheaper fare they said! Bah Tooty!
There were a bunch of us crammed into a seating area on the train – the gentleman next to me was a stinky and neauseating example of the excellent benefits of hygiene and deodorant. Everytime he moved, my stomach moved with him. Thank goodness he didn’t go far, although I am sure he is a lovely person.
He got up and was replaced by a mother and her three little children, one of them who could not stoop chattering and provoking his brothers the entire trip. He was a nightmare, although he did amusingly remarked that Gregg was a girl because he had long hair. His mother occasionally told him to stop, but mostly just slept and occupied herself with her younger child, leaving him to his annoyances.
On top of the lady with three children, none of which had a seat because the area was too small – we were then joined by another lady with two children! We were already cramped, with no room, and we protested her joining our car – but she insisted. Her children were actually angels. I watched old Scrubs episodes on my ipod to escape the annoyance of the antagonistic child – but eventually good mother said some words to bad mother and bad mother left. Hallelujah. It was a long 6 hour train ride.
Oh, and did I mention someone had been playing on the top of the train for some reason, and fell off while it was in motion? Yeah…they stopped the train for awhile – but with the language barrier, we never did get the full story.
Story Moral: On a long train ride in an overpopulated country – upgrade yo’ self to first class. It is probably only an extra 5 dollars.
There were a bunch of us crammed into a seating area on the train – the gentleman next to me was a stinky and neauseating example of the excellent benefits of hygiene and deodorant. Everytime he moved, my stomach moved with him. Thank goodness he didn’t go far, although I am sure he is a lovely person.
He got up and was replaced by a mother and her three little children, one of them who could not stoop chattering and provoking his brothers the entire trip. He was a nightmare, although he did amusingly remarked that Gregg was a girl because he had long hair. His mother occasionally told him to stop, but mostly just slept and occupied herself with her younger child, leaving him to his annoyances.
On top of the lady with three children, none of which had a seat because the area was too small – we were then joined by another lady with two children! We were already cramped, with no room, and we protested her joining our car – but she insisted. Her children were actually angels. I watched old Scrubs episodes on my ipod to escape the annoyance of the antagonistic child – but eventually good mother said some words to bad mother and bad mother left. Hallelujah. It was a long 6 hour train ride.
Oh, and did I mention someone had been playing on the top of the train for some reason, and fell off while it was in motion? Yeah…they stopped the train for awhile – but with the language barrier, we never did get the full story.
Story Moral: On a long train ride in an overpopulated country – upgrade yo’ self to first class. It is probably only an extra 5 dollars.
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