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Sue (NSW)
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Recommend: 
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Value for money: 5/5 Ease of use: 5/5 Suitability: 5/5
We decided to go to Europe for our Honeymoon as cheaply as possible. It sounded great in theory, and it would have all been perfect, except for That Train Trip.
We purchased two 30 day Eurail train tickets with the idea that some nights we would save on a nights accommodation at overpriced hotels and awaken well-rested at the destination of our choice. It was working to plan, except for that one time The Trieste to Rome Express.
This was one time where second class was just not worth it. Only had we known then, what we know now. We booked our second-class journey using our Eurail tickets from Trieste to Paris for the 13-hour overnight trip.
Our arrival at Trieste Station was full of anticipation and excitement, since this train journeys destination was a, child-hood dream to travel and visit Paris on my honeymoon.
Once we located our train, we climbed on board carrying our backpacks, whilst negotiating the narrow corridor in search for our sixperson compartment. It was an older train, where its origin was from Belgrade.
The train whistle blew and our journey commenced. Although riding the rails is meant to be a quintessential part of the European experience, this train trip was in Europe and it was an experience.
It started with having the compartment to ourselves, until I decided to go looking for a drink of water at the 3rd stop. The train was stopped and searched the platform, then I suddenly see our train moving. My thoughts were, do I run and get back on or continue to find a drink? You see the conductor said we had a 15 minute stop and I just got off. Fortunately the same conductor was on the platform and said don't worry, train is only adding carriages and I had time. Phew, I just got married and I thought I was going to lose my wife on our first trip. As I got back to the cabin to tell Sue my experience, I found her there with a shock look on her face a four of the darkest African looking men I have ever seen, each showing their bright whites. They seemed nice enough, but Sue wouldnÂ?t go to sleep unless I kept watch. So, I kept watch, or so I thought I did. Next thing I remember is waking up on SueÂ?s lap and looking up at Sue, who by now had red blood shoot eyes and not a happy Jane. Fortunately, the four nice gentlemen got off just as we approached the Swiss border.
We were ready to finally go to sleep and moving along nicely, when we got interrupted by three German speaking people. "Hello" said a heavy-set gentleman, followed by a tall thin gentleman and a female companion who looked she just came from a strip show. They drank, eat and sang endlessly. They were friendly and generously offered us some of what they were eating, but we politely refused, as the heavy gentleman was still chewing half of it while groping Miss Frankenstein and grabbing his thin friend by the b%$lls. We both couldnÂ?t watch and I was starting to squirm, feeling the pain of the thin gentleman.
Hours and hours had gone bye, when finally the three people in a cabin got up and said those magic words in German; "Auf Wiedersehen", Good-bye. We politely responded with a good-bye and thinking simultaneously "Thank God".
The remainder of the train trip, what was left of it was bearable, except for the toilet malfunction and that we didn't get any sleep. In case you're wondering, we are still train advocates, but we travel 1st class now and constantly laugh and reminisce about our experience on "That Train Trip".
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