Saturday: 6:30 Realise I haven't had dinner. Madly chop up chicken with little regard for fingers. 7:30 Arrive at bus stop, 2 minutes after the bus has left. Run all the way to the bus station, from which I catch a bus to the train station. 8:21 Train leaves Luxembourg for Brussels. I try to get some shuteye until two delinquents board the train and proceed to make as much noise as they can. 23:08 They finally get off. 7 minutes later... 23:15 Train arrives at my station (Brussels North). A bunch of Russians try to be sociable. We have a stimulating conversation. Well, it would have been stimulating, if there was any language we both spoke. Or if they were sober. Eventually they establish I'm from Scotland and they begin to make what can only be described as kilt gestures. At least, I HOPE that's what they were doing. To be fair, I don't think the two children were drunk. 23:30 My train arrives. They're taking the same train. But they eventually get off. I still haven't had any sleep, and now I stay awake so I don't miss my stop. Sunday 0:38 I arrive at Antwerp Central Station. Which promptly closes for the night. I start wandering aimlessly around Antwerp. There are no public lavatories. I eventually find a portapotty next to some roadworks. 3:00 Tired of wandering, I return to the station, equipped with a bag of crisps and a 2 litre bottle of water (because I was THIRSTY). Eventually go to sleep in the gap between a phone booth and a wall. It is cold, the heatwave having chosen that very day to end. At one point my sleep is interrupted by the arrival of an ambulance to take one of my fellow street-dwellers away. 5:00 Around this time, the station reopens. I manage to get stuck in a toilet, but escape when I uncover the intricacies of the locking mechanism (the intricacy in question being the requirement of brute force). 6:28 My train leaves. I am on it. All is well. 6:57 Arrival at Roosendaal. I need to go to the toilet again. They are locked. 7:26 Train leaves for Tilburg. 8:08 I arrive at Tilburg. I have 1.5 hours to kill. I brush my teeth then wander around. 9:40 Really, really tired, I meet Newspaz and Slayo. 22:02 Train Pyro and I need to catch is due to leave. 22:03 I check my watch. We promptly run. No train. 22:39 This is when the train we were supposed to catch was scheduled to arrive in Dordrecht. From there we would catch a second train to Antwerp. But it turns out the first train has been cancelled. So we've caught a train to Breda, and then a train to Roosendaal. 23:10 Catch the second train. Running involved. 23:32 Arrive at Antwerp, where I bid Pyro adieu. Monday 00:24 This time I manage to get on a train before I'm forced to sleep on the street. At this point, I have only had about three hours' sleep since I awoke on Saturday morning. 1:17 Train arrives at my stop, Brussels North. 1:20 Train arrives at Brussels Central. Having fallen asleep, I am still on it. Not for long, though. I am woken up by the railway staff and ejected from the station, which promptly... that's right... closes. So I've missed my stop and I can't catch a train back. Luckily there is a bus stop nearby with a map of Brussels. I am then able to walk to Brussels North. It's actually quite a short walk, but for some reason it takes half an hour. 2:00 I arrive at Brussels North. Guess what. It's closed. But at least this time there are benches on which to sleep. I find a spot which is as far as possible from the turd and doesn't smell of urine. I sleep bathed in the glow of the World Trade Centre lights. 4:00 Station reopens. I go and sit on a bench inside. Transvestite arrives and falls asleep next to me. 5:45 Train home arrives. Journey goes without incident. Or so I assume. I'm alseep, safe in the knowledge that Luxembourg is the terminus and I won't end up in Germany. It's very easy to accidentally find yourself in another country when you live in Luxembourg.