...home!

The guy that sat next to snoring backpacker girl (see last post) was maybe mid-40s, dressed in a suit and carrying a brief case. 'Respectable' looking, some might say. He sat for a while amusing himself with sarcasm and tongue clicking. He then opened his briefcase and produced some A4 paper, and a huge set of colouring pens. I was intrigued at what masterpiece he was about to produce.
He sat for over an hour drawing a colour coded flow or process diagram so small and psychedelic that it surely couldn't be of any informational value to any one.
Perhaps it was a draft.

...home

On the early international train from Brussels to Amsterdam, a backpacking girl got on at Antwerp, launched herself across 2 seats and slept using her backpack for a pillow. Not long after, she started snoring, but was politely left by our fellow passengers, who contented themselves mostly with sarcasm, looks of derision and tongue clicks (infinitely more annoying than the snoring, in my opinion).
At Dordrecht, the train started filling up, but the new passengers chose to leave her to sleep and stood in the aisle. Come Rotterdam, the train was packed, and despite my sympathies for the tired backpacker, we only pay for one seat, and she was taking two, so she was woken and asked to make space for someone to sit.
My sympathy evaporated as she angrily informed the conductor that she wasn't to be woken until Amsterdam!
(She did capitulate eventually and slept leaning across the table for the remainder of her journey.)