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I was lucky to be surrounded by interesting, nice young people. We chatted and had fun. And I was trying to be understanding of the situation. Still, how long could I manage with such seat sharing? A boy threw up across the aisle… It turned out an hour was all I could manage; I upgraded myself to the sleeping car.
Guilty pleasure. Guilty feelings. Even though I had to make it from Car #9 to Car #18, twice, because I could not carry all my bags in one go, I was awfully glad that I finally have more than enough room to relax. In fact, I had too much room: I was the only one of all six beds! Car #18 actually had no number, because it was an added sleeping car.
Now, it’s 1:30 pm, and I wish to go to the dining car for lunch. However, I don’t want to walk pass so many cars again; the dining is near Car #9. I had lots of fruits, thanks to ZRT, my college classmate. I will be fine.
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