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"They are speaking a different language? But their laughing is the same."
We are on our 3rd night train, and it's a rather pongy one - a lovely aroma of wee. Tracey found a bottle of crabs in their compartment (which Libbe misheard as 'a bottle of crap'). Neither overly pleasant!
We're keeping ourselves amused by trying the odd flavours of crisps that we found in the supermarket - the blueberry ones were particularly vile; the cucumber ones weren't great either. And discussing the chances of the couple both in the bunk above Claire bumping uglies at some point in the night! U may think this unlikely but there was a guy entertaining himself on a previous train :0
Came to an abrupt halt just after having pulled out of one station due to someone throwing themselves out of a window on realising they'd just missed their stop!
Had a very girly chat over dinner (~ pot noodles), and passed the rest of the hours trying to list the 997 words for the male anatomy that there apparently are! We reached a disappointing 50 by lights out.
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