Today I have made a decision. It is life saving, yet at the same time, life threatening..
I have decided to no longer take long train rides to other cities. That is the life saving decision. After several experiences with first class travel on trains in Poland, I would rather walk. First class is an single compartment with six seats. You have no choice as to compartment mates.
Second class is the same type of compartment only they add two more seats and two more people. It’s the same space, just more people.
Warsaw to Gdansk takes six hours. It’s daylight on the way up. You can actually stand, open the window just outside your compartment and have the fresh air blow in your face. Everyone is relatively sober and relatively, ahem, fresh.
Gdansk to Warsaw, takes six hours. It is nighttime. It is raining. It is damp and smelly. You can open the window only if you desire a severe rain lashing. Some of your compartment mates are now not sober and not so fresh. They sprawl over the seats, take off their shoes (oh joy) and allow everything to relax including . . . oh, never mind.
After standing for two hours, I’d had enough and had no choice but to sit down. Everyone else was asleep and I slid into my seat, it took two minutes for the man next to me to lovingly slide his head onto my shoulder breathing the sweet smell of Zywiec beer.
I not so lovingly got up, letting go of his head.
Never again! If I had more than two pair of jeans with me, I’d burn the pair I wore to Gdansk.
So given the choice of gagging to death or risking some form of transmittable disease, I made my life threatening decision.
I would travel the rest of my stay in Poland by car.
Stay tuned. I hope I have the opportunity to talk with you all again.