Terror Train

OK, language alert. Lots of F-Bombs are going to be in this post.

So Chris and I get on the train last night in Cologne to come to Munich. We're supposed to have a double deluxe sleeper with private bath, shower, and double bed.

Um, not so much. The fucking train only had second class cars with private rooms that had bunks and only about 18 inches from the edge of the bunk to the wall. CLAUSTRO-FUCKING-PHOBIA. It was horrifying.

I probably only slept about 2 hours, and couldn't wait to get off the fucking train.

Now, you may ask, did we get on the wrong train? It is an appropriate question. But I don't think we did. There was only one train to Munich at that time, and it was the heinous one.

What the FUCK? I am assured that this shouldn't happen when we go from Munich to Paris overnight on Tuesday. It had better fucking not, or I am going to LOSE MY SHIT.