The wonderfullness of travelling, you never know what happens next; One Night Train from Copenhagen and you are in Amsterdam; thats what they say; enter the Train with a good friend; Two nice girls from Guatemala in our appartment; Beer and a cosy evening; laughing about our Amsterdam faces; The awesomenes of travelling; Next morning, standing somewhere; we are already a few hours too late, so our train decided to wait a few more hours for some next trains;
most of the passengers are changing to a faster train; How wonderfull, now we have an empty train just for us; and a few hours more to relax; not that easy; one hour later; because so many people have left, our train has decided to be canceled; Hilarious; Out of our cosy apartment into the cold; -15° is not the worst thing; looking for another train; 20 min too late; 60 min too late; indefinite delay; canceld; waiting somewhere in the cold for nothing; No! waiting at McDonalds for nothing, where it is at least warm; 2 hours later we saw our first moving train in this big realway station from Hanover (for some reason the girls from Guatemala called it Hangover); and there he was; a train in our direction; just a few hours to wait; awesome; switch to party mood; making a cool musicvideo and annoying some old lady in the waiting room; train is arriving; entering; sitting; waiting ... waiting; afraid from every new message; and there he was; every train to the west is canceled; please leave the train; sure; no problem; my friend will find new trains for us; Around somewhere; maybe beyond the north somehow; and really; he found something where we just need to change the train 4 times; we take it; have to take it; wasnīt surpriced, that some of the trains were lost too; or not in time; even my party mood was already gone;
and the girls dont look very happily neither; they couldnt join us to Amsterdam anymore; they had to catch a Plane in London; itīs already very late, and every train under the water to england is canceled as well; hopefully they will find a ferry somewhere to cross the sea somehow; and arrive early enough in England; But maybe they donīt need to hurry; because in London every Plane is canceld too; So really nothing worked; nothing worked at all; everything sucked; for me not everything; I kind of enjoied the trip because of those wonderful Guatemala girls; I m sorry that they spent so much money to see a cold snow chaotic europe, where itīs not likely to go somewhere;
to Gaby and Sabrina;