19 hours on a train...

20 September 2006
It's 4:30am in Toledo, we are 14 hours through a 19 hour Amtrak train trip. Screaming babies, quite abrupt staff, Amish people and general freaky red neck types. It's funny but when you get onboard the train, you tend to be all excited. The seats have loads of room, at least twice as much as the Greyhound bus service. Although after 14 hours they somehow manifest themselves into the most uncomfortable seats ever designed. One fellow Serena was chatting to, lives in New York and after not having left Manhattan island for over a year decided to travel across the states just to remind himself how big it really is. I am sure when he gets to San Fran in 4 days time, he will have a perfect understanding how big it is...nutter! :-)

Sitting here wide awake while the rest of the carriage is uncomfortably tossing and turning, I have been thinking back about the trip so far and that this is the perfect interlude to jot down some dribble. So long as the lady with the 3 kids stops yelling "Behind the last seat Niha." I am loosing guessing Niha is the kid that is looking for the toilet.

The trip so far is going way too quickly, isn't that always the case, good times just go screaming by you. Ok, quick back peddle. New York, what a fabulous place :-). After leaving Boston, I was more than happy not to see another big city, in a strange way even dreading NY. The first NY day was fairly manic starting off in Harlem probably didn't help the cause, but it didn't take long before it all seemed way to familiar. Great bars, terrific places to eat, easy to navigate. I mean seriously all the streets are numbered. Getting lost a few times on the subway did suck though...I never could get the hang of those underground railway systems. They really need to install some decent DMI's...To live and work in New York would really be something amazing, maybe I am a big city person after all.

Right that's enough back peddling, I'm bored now as I am sure you are with my rant :) Hurry up Chicago!!!



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