Chasing Trains, Europe Edition

Let me preface this by saying it's been four months since this trip. That's world-class procrastination for you. Life just got in the way, as it always does when I have a good story to tell. At any rate, it would be a shame not to write about one of my biggest (mis)adventures so far, so here goes.

I think we can all agree that I am the last person on earth who should be traipsing about Europe alone - I have no sense of direction, I don't talk to strangers, and I tend to focus on shopping instead of sightseeing. But when my boss suggested I take a week off work and extend my stay in Europe after a two-month business trip, I just couldn't say no. Nevermind that prior to this I thought all European cities are just a stone's throw away from each other Imagine my shock when confronted with a map of Europe: "What do you mean I can't reach Greece via train? Is that *water* separating Europe from the UK? And Finland? And Norway?!?".

Europe According to Gay Men, from alphadesigner.com
I had half a mind to create one for women, and then I remembered how terribly uncreative I am.

My itinerary is the complete antithesis of the what travel blogs and forums recommend - I'm visiting four cities in seven days. The smart thing to do is to pick one city or two to give yourself enough time to take it all in. But if I were to stay put in one city I would prefer to do it with good company; by my lonesome I have this strange tendency to get stuck - I visit the same places and do the same things over and over again every single day which is a sad, sad waste of a holiday (does anyone else do this?). I also have a thing for really long train rides - there is something about looking out the window while sipping a cup of coffee, a good book in hand, and alighting hours later in a city so vastly different from the one I left; it's relaxing and exciting at the same time.

And so, that is how I ended up flitting across the European continent in the dead of winter for a week. I rode a train across Switzerland, traipsed through Italy, and went back to France for some last-minute shopping before finally making my way to Frankfurt to catch my flight back to Singapore.

It was stressful, scary, and all sorts of awesome.


Stay tuned.
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