Train to Munich from Brussels

It was a daunting morning. At every turn, we were challenged.

We had to be at the Brussels train station at 6:30 a.m. (which is 12:30 a.m. east coast time) to catch our train onto Munich. The scheduled cab never came. So we hailed one on the streets. A Morrocan driver who weaved in and out of the left lane zooming through underground tunnels. We were having a Princess Diana moment, for sure.

We arrived at the train station, got to the platform, loaded all the luggage on the train and sat in our seats only to hear the conductor in a thick German accent indicate the train was inoperable and was not going to be leaving the station. Us and about 200 other folks invade the Eurorail office to try and re-route ourselves to our final destination.

We end up having to get on a train to Koln. Then a train onto Mannheim. Then a train onto Munich. All the while hustling down the platforms, trying to make a six minute connection time, and find the appropriate train, car, and seat numbers. Nevertheless, we enjoyed the train rides. Our time to wind down between stops. For Eric, time to journal. For Cheryl, staring out the window and playing Klondike on the Nano.

And seeing all those wonderful German vineyards, perched high upon the rocky soils. Its a remarkable sight the whole way down to Bavaria. Quite the reward for a hard-fought morning.