That had to be, hands down, one of the worst night's sleep I've ever had, but except for a small delay getting into Montreal we were pretty much on time the whole trip and arrived in Moncton 22 hours after we left, drove for an hour, and found ourselves at home once more. Cue the immediate launch into household chores, garbage night, bed time and trying to defrost something for supper. Ah, life as I remember it!
David gave me an interesting bit of information he gleaned from a VIA Rail employee; apparently our train, the Ocean, is a refurbished Chunnel train. As in the undersea tunnel from England to France. Isn't that neat?
I'm off to eat now, but don't go too far, I have a very cool post to get up later this evening.
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