Strasbourg

Night Train

We waved goodbye to Loreto who made her way back to Basel, and we took a night train to Strasbourg on the 26th of August 1991. Same drill, empty smelly socks over the floor, sleeping back out, and feign sleeping. Works most of the time, so you get a compartment to yourself. As usual the inspector came and said, "Vous douvez changer à Mulhouse". I tried to sleep as the train stop and started and jerked forward at various stations. At about 4 or 5 am Claudia woke me "We are in Mulhouse, get the fuck out!". With that, I was just about dressed and threw all of my belongings out onto the platform, sleeping bags, guide books, smelly socks, half eaten bread... I ran to the exit, just in time as the train headed off into the depths of deepest France. So, Claudia had located the next train we needed to catch, as I tried to get dressed hurriedly and repack all of my belongings into the rucksack. We dashed off through the station, with smelly socks still dangling from my rucksack, we made the connection!

Strasbourg was a wonderful experience, which I would love to repeat, now that I have a better grasp of French and a much better appreciation for food and wine.

Myself and Claudia parted ways, to be honest the intensity was getting too much and I needed some time for myself. She respected that, and returned to her grandmother's house and I bought some wonderful Alsatian food and beer before boarding the night train to Rome.

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