I have romanticized this journey.
Nothing can survive the wrath of great expectations. I think it was the sitting up sleeping that finally broke me. I can handle babies and their poo, a lack of functioning electrical outlets so I can't work on my computer, even paying 2.50 for a tiny pack o'peanuts.
But the sit up sleeping...now that was a killer. That and the stinky feet, farting and snoring that goes along with sleeping in a train car with about eighty or so other people.
I am not a super whiny person, but when I don't get enough sleep and going to the bathroom is a quasi-spectator sport, well, I'm not at my best.
I'm now on the second leg of my journey and there's another whole twenty hours to go. One more night of sit up sleep.
I romanticized this trip - I thought it would be chill and fun. That it was not. It felt like work.