Europe Trip: Day 6, May 26th

I decided to sleep in, since it was raining outside. When I woke up I got ready, did some planning for my next stop, Munich, and did my laundry. After the laundry was done, I packed my backpack, miraculously fitting it all back in. I called Grandma Shirley and Grandpa Harold, and then Mom, Dad, and Emily.

So I pretty much just lazed around and wasted time until I left at about 5pm. I went on the tram, having some difficulty using their weird machine to buy the ticket, it involved a wheel and some help from Jesus. I connected at Port d'Orleans and took the metro, during rush hour, to the first stop before Gard de l'Est. I found a bakery and bought a few different goodies including a croissant, which was much better than I expected. I was wondering why Thomas had thought I needed to pick one up. So now I'm sorry that I hadn't ate more of them. Why eat normal bread when I could have been eating those for pretty cheap? Ah well, c'est la vie (or however you spell it :P).

Then to kill some more time, I went and got a drink at a cafe, burning another hour. Now it is about half an hour until my train departs. I'm waiting to see what platform it will arrive at.

Next stop, Munich.

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I went to the bathroom after writing the above stuff at the train station, and interestingly enough you had to pay to go to the bathroom! 0.50 Euros in order to go to the bathroom. The only time I had to do that in my entire time in Paris.

Then I made my way back up to the train platform and saw which tracks my train was on, and I went and sat down -- no problems at all, what a relief. After about 10 minutes a girl came in, and then 10-15 minutes later the train left the station.

I couldn't believe that only two of us were in the cabin, since there were seats for six (three on each side). I found out that she was a French-German who had missed her flight to Germany, and so was forced to buy a ticket for the night train to Munich. She had been working in a modern art gallery place, but was getting ready now to move on to something new. What that meant exactly, I don't think she knew.

After a while I started reading some Isaac Asimov, since I had brought a book of his short stories with me. Then at around 10pm or so I decided to try to get some sleep. But even laying down on my side (on all 3 seats) it wasn't that comfortable, maybe if you had a pillow it would be okay. So my sleep was quite rocky, waking up just about every hour. I don't think I'll be taking another night train any time soon -- not exactly my thing.