Oh. My. God. I forgot to tell you about the most scarring part of this trip. The station bathrooms.
We make it to the station last night, and were told that the restrooms on the train were closed for the first two hours of the trip, and so were told to use the restroom before we left. First we had to travel downstairs. It cost 20p, but I paid it, just because I had already gone so far. On the wall, there was something "fashion vending." You paid 50p for... a hair straightener. i would have taken a picture if I wasn't afraid of getting yelled at by the cleaning attendants. So, we went to another room for the toilets and... no toilets. Literally, holes in the floor. I decided I didn't want to be adventurous. Not that I'm not adventurous in general, but rather traveling makes me feel dirty, and I didn't need to add to that.
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