Enroute to Barcelona

Ola!

After 16 hours of train travel, I am in Barcelona! I made my way to Waterloo International Station, (despite the Underground's best attempts to confound my plans with train delays) and hopped on the Eurostar to Paris. It was quick and relatively painless, and I arrived in Paris at about 5pm. I waited around in the lobby of the train station with other erstwhile backpackers and hobos such as myself, then hopped (European trains require much hopping. Mind the gap!) onto the night train to Barcelona. After making an inspection of the entire train, I came to the conclusion that I was put into the one compartment without any other english speakers. There were four of us in VERY tight quarters. One was a friendly enough Frenchman and the other two were rather intimidating looking gangstas (a silver gun necklace? Seriously?). After a drawn out uncomfortable silence (Only to be expected since none of them spoke English I didn't feel like shaming myself with my broken French and/or Spanish) I made my way to the diner car and enjoyed some drinks and sandwiches. Then I wandered back to the compartment and collapsed into my bed.