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Been there, done that! I thought it would be fantastic. Sort of a "murder on the orient express" kind of experience. Was I ever wrong. The chairs are put too close together, so you spend too much time with the person beside you. The people are rather weird. I had a girl fall in love with me and because I didn't give off the same signals she went freaky! She ended up getting drunk in the beverage car and came back to throw up on my shoes. Yep, what a unique experience! I'll never do it again!
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Train travel is SO MUCH MORE CIVILIZED.
I prefer it. Besides, trains go to more places than planes. People who ride trains are allowed to have legs, and be bigger than the average 8 year old; you can move around at will; there are smoke breaks; you aren't treated like a convicted mass murderer just for wanting to ride one; you decide when and what you eat and drink. And they're comfy. The amount of space you get on a plane is more like being in a coffin than still being alive. Only one person can walk at a time -- if they're serving, forget about peeing; you can't get by until they're through. When you ride a train, you aren't told you have to show up 29 hours before it leaves so you can be searched, and unpack your luggage and take off your shoes. People can see you off and pick you up. In airports, they have to leave you off 10 miles away, and you have to go all the way out to find them. When you get where you're going, you get off of the train, rather than waiting 5 & 1/2 hours for everyone to leave before you. Mostly, they're roomy and fit for adults, unlike planes. Ugh! I HATE the whole airport and plane thing. Oh, and while you're waiting for the train, Big Brother isn't screaming at you that every person near you is a terrorist, and other annoying and constant announcements. Like I said, civilized. Civilized always works. How they expect people to board a plane, and then put their legs in the overhead compartments I've never understood. They're my legs; they are attached; I can't remove them. Where am I supposed to put them? Oh, and turbulence: not fun. And trains pull into a station and stop. They don't hit the ground and bounce a few times before slowing (which happened to me -- really gave me the wiggans -- then there was the pure fun of flying through a lightening storm; oh, joy!). Planes give you what they want you to eat. I don't like peanuts, but that's usually what they offer. You have to wait for them to bring anything, and the choices are limited. On trains, you can go to the dining car whenever you want, and get whatever you want. When the train stops for more than 5 minutes, you can get off and smoke. If you're riding overnight, you can smoke. Even when a plane stops for an hour, you can't leave, can't smoke. Train better. Plane HELL. (I'm the sort of person airline people really enjoy tormenting: a claustrophobic smoker -- they HATE me nearly as much as I hate them.) Not to mention you can actually see the countryside. I bet you're sorry you asked! |
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