This weekend I was planning to head over to Barcelona for some bike riding and tapas, but of course the train was fill. Then I asked the ticket person Madid? No. Lisbon? No. uhh, Denmark? where? What’s the capital of Denmark? Copenhagen? OK, I’m going to Copenhagen then.
So, my Brompton and I are on a 15 hour train ride from Paris to København. I have this romantic notion of saving money and not get a sleeper train and just ride on a regular chair. 2 hours before I catch the train, I book a hotel room online. 30 minutes before the train leaves I bike over to Gard Nord and hop on the train.
While not being able to get more than 1 hour of continuous sleep, the insomnia is making me have dreams. I don’t remember having a dream for the last 8 years. That was really cool!
Most memorable moments. Sticking my head out on a 160 mph train, drinking non-alcoholic beer in the bike train sleeping on the floor with other student backpackers