There are so many parked up TGVs. Even some mail ones!
How come, whenever I travel by train, I always have to sit fucking close to a crying baby? Fuck it.
The interior of the train is pleasant. Rather than tables that you see on Mk 3s and 4s in Britain, here the tables fold out at your pleasure. There are also lights above the seats like on a coach. Seats are comfortable, windows decently sized and arranged.
There’s so much graffiti everywhere, and so many extra bits of track, all wired. Seems excessive.
11:47. Fast acceleration. We’re already nearly out of Paris.
Huuuuge tunnel. Hurt my ears. I still reckon our speed is about ~70. Do French trains drive on left or is this a loop to my right? Ticket checked, all OK.
11:52. Accelerating shitloads now. We’re nearly in the countryside. 150mph?
12pm. Must be going a lot faster now. Wow. Curves are sooooo slight but we’re bombing along.
Just passed an oncoming TGV (to our right). The closing speed was insane.
Much oilseed rape. The countryside of France is much like that of England, but there are clear differences too.
Cloud breaking up a bit, getting brighter. Vineyards! Overtaking cars is crazy fast.
At the station, there was a notice which said all tickets to Italy were sold out until Thursday. Fuck. Glad I’m not going there.