Copenhagen (KBH) for a few days' time. By train. The secretary showed me the prices of two options, the aircraft (50 minutes) and Train (5h). The ecological aberration consisting to fly 300 km seemed to me unacceptable, without further reflection I opted for the train, imposing the first class as one condition. Not that I'm a snob, but it is the only place the train to have taken.
5 hours for 314 km, strange ... Arrive well before the train at 6:45 in the morning, I'm still ahead. Getting up at 4am should also help. At 4am it's daytime here and the birds sing, it's untenable, it has been 2 months now ... And it gets worse the past two months, and there around June 21, it was as paroxysmal.
Train: black, with a crown, blue seats, a small private bar, like yours. Tea, coffee, milk, sugar machin-as-of-sugar ...
catches are above the seat, I want mine for some time.
The controller switches and lectured me on my bag left on the ground. I explain that I can not ride it because I had a shoulder operation and that such feats I am not yet possible. "Should not take as many things, the bag would be lighter," he said. Coconut is good then I will immediately put the record straight, I take what I want to go where I want, it's heavy as I like the bag it stays there, and if it really bugs (no it do not bother because I have a place alone, and I'm at the end of train there is no passage), you put it in the air. He left without doing anything. I never saw him again.
On the train, there are people who sleep and others who read newspapers that talk about trains ... plunging into the abyss in both cases.
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