So I don’t have any funny stories of train-related misadventure, apart from the bit where the train was an hour late (not my fault) and my Uber app kicked me out in York, and when I tried to log back in it sent a confirmation code to my American phone number (not my fault) so I couldn’t get an Uber to my hostel (not my fault) so I had to call a taxi which only took cash, which I didn’t have (okay, partially my fault) and went dashing around, headless-chicken-style, looking for an ATM in negative-two-degrees, blowing-snow, pitch-dark downtown York, and finally straggled into the hostel an hour and a half after the kitchen closed and went dinnerless (not my fault). Also somehow my nice Etsy map-of-New-Orleans umbrella fell out of my bag.
What I do have is a complete fluke of an out-of-the-train-window picture.
