A Candid Train Ride IV
The halfway way point of my trip. It only gets more spicy.My layover was only going to be about sixteen hours. Approaching the end of the line, I packed up my bags and scanned the sleeper car for anything I might have left. We finally stopped; the rain was pouring down in sheets. Throwing my backpack over my shoulder, I picked up my suitcase and joined the other passengers in filing out of the train and onto the platform of the station. I took a shuttle to my nearby hotel. After...