Made it to Varna! Just Two More Hostel Nights!!!!!!

After waiting around the hostel for a good long while for Cameron to do whatever he was doing, we finally headed out to the train station to catch was i though was our 1:30 train, and what he thought was our 1:40 train. When we got to the station, i would looking for what i though was the time, as was he, and neither one of us found what we were looking for. The reason we couldn't simply look for the name of the destination, Varna, was because the names are in syrillic, and don't look at all like "Varna." Then we finally figured it out, we were both wrong. Our train left at 1:20, and it was 1:15 when we figured it out. Then we found that the platform was on the other side of the station. We're walking as fast as we possibly can without running, because he thinks you can get in trouble for running, and i wasn't going to take the chance. When we finally find what we think might be the train, we're still not sure, because nothing seems to match up wiht our tickets. We're sweating like hell and just a bit paniced, although Cameron is way to cool and hardened by the Peace Corps to ever actually be paniced by anything. But we finally get on with one minute to spare, which is one minute more than Ben and i had leaving Budapest. You know, i can't recommendly strongly enough avioding near misses in foreigh trainstations. Seriously.

My previous train ride from hell was four hours long. It was the most miserable travel experience of my life up until that point, and it almost made me physically ill to the point of puking. However, it was time to do it agian, and i was determined to be stronger this time. Imagine being on a train in a very small compartment with six or seven other people in 95 degree heat with almost no airflow and terrible body oder. Yeah, well, i was prepaired for another four hours of that, and did pretty well for the first half. I watched the movie "Shooter" on the tiny screen of Cameron's music player, listened to my iPod, and walked up and down the narrow hallway a bit when i felt too closterphobic. I even listed to songs like "We're Not Going To Take It," which they played at the Twisted Sister concert at the MI State Fair Grounds, the first show i ever saw with Amy.

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