Road trip: part 1

It all started so well! The train left Glasgow on time, I was all packed and wandered up to the local station from my home. Usually a five minute walk, tonight, I took my time. I swaggered, even. It took me fifteen minutes. I still had plenty of time.

The train arrived and all of a sudden, what I had pictured as a whimsical, almost (dare I say) romantic trip on the overnight sleeper wasn’t quite going to live up to my expectations…

My seat. I’d prebooked at the bargain price of 27 quid. Specified forward facing, with a power socket.

None of that happened.

In was in the single worst seat on the train. Facing the rest of the carriage, backwards, and cramped in a corner next to the door to the toilet and buffet car. There was no socket. To be fair, there wasn’t one ANYWHERE on the carriage. I couldn’t stretch out my legs. I could barely move without whacking the couple sitting directly opposite me.

They were using the tiny table to its fullest, laptop sat on it watching some comedy with an earphone splitter between them.

Opposite me, a girl had decided the seat was so uncomfortable she would sleep on the floor under it, and the seat in front of her. This didn’t bode well.

With no socket, let alone WiFi, I resorted to my MP3 player and my book, that was to cover my entire road trip. Suffice to say the book is now finished.

The train was inexplicably 46 minutes late leaving Edinburgh, and the humidity and heat was high on unbearable. I resorted to sitting sideways, but then had to move my legs every time someone wanted to use the door… And there was a lot of that… A LOT.

I fitted in and out of sleep from about 2am. Waking up every 20 minutes or so due to cramp or itching from the hessian-like seat coverings. I should note that the carriage lights also remained on at all times as well…

Eventually, this morning we pulled into Euston a mere 5 mins late. I decanted to a Starbucks across the road, where I’m typing this as my phone charges and I nurse a small latte and plot my assault on the bright lights of the big city…

to be continued…

Author: Tony

I am... I'm me. I will, you'll see. Or... you know, I might not. Depends if it's raining or not, and there might be a cool flick on TV.

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