One of the great joys of European travel can be train service. Imagine traveling from city to city and country to country while sitting in a comfortable seat, not packed in like sardines. Being able to walk up and down the isle, even being able to walk to the bar and order a refreshment or two and return to your seat. You buy a ticket, show up and get on. No one questions your motives, forces you to take off all metalic objects and pass through X-ray and metal detectors, no one threatens to strip search you, you just show up, step on board and find a seat. What a civilized way to travel. Here I am in the train termial in York, waiting for Bert and Someone to join us.