Berlin was a mistake, raining. I did go walk to Poland as a side trip, so at least that's something. But my train leaving Berlin wasn't until 12:30 at night, so in the end I spent about 5 hours in the train station, where it was cold. I put on every piece of clothing I had with and slept on a bench for a while, but was woken up by the cops. We talked for a minute or so, but I was mostly still asleep. Thinking back, I have no idea what was said.
Then the train was packed. I managed to get a few hours sleep in the bike storage area before nearly everyone got off in Dortmund at 4am. Then I slept a few more hours in the floor of my compartment. It was cold, and, still wearing every item of clothes I had, I still had to get up and walk briskly to warm up every hour or two. I survived the night and got enough sleep to last me through another day. I think I'll get a real bed in Amsterdam though.
The Polish Border
1 comment:
that sounds absolutely miserable. I miss you.
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