Jeff hit the nail on the head: "Oh, how we hate trains."
Current challenges in taking them today present more of a struggle than a pleasure. Just as the nature of flying has changed over the last few decade (excessive luggage charges, food effacement, more) iron horse travel isn't what it used to be.
We've resigned ourselves, however, to put our discomfiture aside and do what we need to do to get to this "top secret meeting" via locomotive transport under our belts. Besides, it's a free trip on our part and filled with incentive.
What? Jeff didn't mention that fact?
Yes, our jaunt comes filled with bonus extras tailored to entice us into the venture in an effort to make our journey a bit more agreeable all around.
Booze, broads and victuals are all "on the menu" so to speak. And while sophisticated cocktails during happy hour, stimulating intellectual companionship courtesy of the fairer sex and exquisite subsistence may be the order of the trek, we're still "on the job" and alert to the possibility the entire affair may be one big trap.
But we don't think so. There are too many overt amenities someone has gone out of the way to provide for it to be your household, garden-variety bait and switch ...
Lavish accommodations (of which we admit are eye-wideningly surprising on a train) ...
Fresh towels and linens ...
Bidets ...
Comely personal assistants ...
Even mints on our pillows when we retire.
What could possibly go wrong?
Well ... how about the fact we noticed two-thirds into the trip the train was headed for Death Valley, California?
It might be a long trip after all ...
Fresh towels is the crucial criteria in assessing the hotel's service! Thanks for the post! I liked it!
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