Francis and I threw on Thor and watched that before I found my seat and got myself nice and cuddled. Part on the seat and part on my backpack. If I sleep on it no one can take it, that's why I sleep on my pack.
Around 1 am I was woken up by a stop that brought on a whole car full of people. Which meant any idea of getting more sleep was gone. However it meant we could ask if we were nearing our stop any time soon. All any of us could really understand was soon, one or two stops.
Let me just say there was some confussion that led me to throwing my pack off the train at stop one rather than two. I know who throws their pack off a train? When it weights 30 lbs and you have that along with another backpack and a guitar, you have to get off a train quickly. Especially when there are six others in your same position, minus the guitar.
Don't worry I hoped out just as fast as I threw the pack out and tossed it back up, along with myself.
When we finally reached our next trainstation we found an empty corner and collapsed with all of our things. Six hours later with picked it all up again and headed to our next train. Which I would like to add was a double-decker train. Where we traveled on that train another 3 hours.
At which point we finally got off the trains and had no more trains for the day. Instead we had to walk with all our belongings about a mile to the Romanian border and where we would be hoping onto a ferry to cross the river to get to Bulgaria.
We waited another two hours before our ferry came. At which point I threw my pack on my back and somehow lost balance, and made my way face forward towards the ground! I laughed of course, and now pulling a "mishy" does not just mean getting malaria, but falling on your face, throwing stuff out of a train, and being slightly clutzy to say the least.
Off the ferry and another mile walk was ahead of us, and another border to cross, and finally our contact! Who got us in some taxis and home for the month.
