Even though it can seem expensive, there’s something to be said for the Eurorail Pass. Rick Steves calls it “Forced Luxury”, as you can only get it in 1st class.

My backpack, unkempt hair, cargo pants and tennis shoe carrying self feels somewhat out of place in these wide seats next to business men, all in their fancy blue shirts and ties, Blackberries, clean haircuts, newspapers and proper accents. There’s even an LED system that shows people’s reservations with their names. There’s no names in my spot, so I’ll just wait till they ask me to move. I hope that Mr. Redmond Carrol is grateful that I did laundry yesterday. There’s a place for me to plug in my electronics and our stewardess is even a cute girl with a nice French accent.

I’m definitely hanging out with Whitey now.

April 12th, 2007 – On a Train from Cork to Dublin