I didn’t use the facilities on the train because I can’t forget how in Austria the contents of the bowl just dropped onto the track. The train ride lasted about four hours. It ran late so there wasn’t time to use the facilities before making my bus connection. When I finally got to St. Jean Pied de Port, an hour and 15 minutes later, I got lost in this very small town and wondered around trying to find my hostel for another two hours. Fortunately I found a bathroom about an hour in. It probably helped that I hadn’t had anything to eat or drink since getting on the train at 7:30 in the morning. The man at the desk made fun of me, in a very gentle way. I am now on my way to find myself some food and a Coke zero.
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What a pretty place! I guess it never really sunk in what you were planning, but this is awesome! If it all goes pear shaped, hop on a train and come to the Netherlands and we will drink wine and eat terrible Dutch food for 5 weeks. I am sure it will be great though, a friend of ours did it last year and he said it was worth every step and there were lots of people along the way.
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