Time to unpack the luggage!
Nicole, Nikkiy and I traveled by sleeper train to Brussels from Prague. Jason didn't purchase a ticket to Brussels before he left the United States, so he ended up taking a shady Greyhound-type bus from Prague to Brussels. That is a conversation for another time. I'm just glad him and his stinky socks made it to Brussels.
As you know from my last post, it's now time to drag Nikkiy's luggage in the reverse direction on the stupid subway to the train station. But that's really not the worst part of this story.
Looking down from the top bunk. |
Once we get to our compartment, we are escorted to our bunks by our steward/butler (honestly, I don't know what to call that dude) who showed us how to turn our chairs into beds and how to go about storing our luggage. Here we go again.
Nikkiy's bags din't fit in the storage, and the steward/butler couldn't store them anywhere for us, so the only alternative was to empty the stupid bag of the things she needed and shove the empty suitcase to the side for the night. That smile you see on Nikkiys face in the picture to the right.....I'm almost certain it's fake! ;-)