Starting with the Night Train

After finishing work, I made a bee-line home, as I had to pack my things for a weekend in Innsbruck. I'd be going to meet up with Tobias, the receptionist from the MS Berlin Cruise I was on in late June that same year. As I didn't want to drive by car or fly down to Innsbruck, I had decided to travel by my very first night train. So my dad brought me to the main station at 11pm, and I searched for my sleeping wagon. It was a 4 bed one, but only one other bed was occupied. I was kinda glad about that, as I'm not particularly good with other people, especially not when it comes to sleeping with strangers in a sleeping wagon. But the woman was nice and stayed mostly for herself, so that I could feel comfortable pretty easy. I changed into my pyjamas in the toilet and went to bed. I honestly thought, it would be way more noise and shaking, but it was actually alright. Just the cold was making it difficult to fall and stay asleep. But in the end, the tiredness won anyway.Читать далее