Oh noze! A train w/o “sufficient WiFi” and not enough electrical plugs....how can anyone expect to survive a trip like that?
I hear ya about the hills - when I was in Kindergarten, I walked 3 miles each way in waist deep snow and had to be alert so the local Indians didn’t waylay me.
Then the Nuns would torture the hell out of us so the trip back seemed like a stroll in a Springtime park.
“I walked 3 miles each way in waist deep snow and had to be alert so the local Indians didnt waylay me.”
Damn, I thought that ended in the late 1800s. Tells you what I know.
Then the Nuns would torture the hell out of us so the trip back seemed like a stroll in a Springtime park.
I went to the Lutheran school, but often visited my friends over at OLPH, they were paid to sweep the floors after school! (Not much)
They were teacher’s pets, no knuckle bleeding.
And it was uphill both ways.