More guerilla posting, this time from inside the Club Acela lounge in New York's Penn Station. If you book a sleeper car you're considered "first class" passengers (which, naturally, we are) and that means you get to sit in an overcrowded lounge with fake wood panelling and blue vinyl seats.
It's actually quite nice, with free coffee and soft drinks. I've just finished my sixth cup of coke and now I feel great!
Kath went off to work early and we had breakfast in a diner with Rob. I had french toast, which was served with a pot of butter and a jug of syrup, and the statutory bottomless cup of coffee. Mmmm mmm.
The New Orleans train seems to be running on time, which means that our 30 hour journey should begin when expected. Off now for some more coke.
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