Curiosity about how much more comfortable my bottom might feel in 1st class is starting to irritate me

Curiosity about how much more comfortable my bottom might feel in 1st class is starting to irritate me. Suddenly I feel stuck in a carriage full of plebs, when I could be breathing more rarefied air. Rosenheim. On our way to Salzburg. Suddenly my lack of a footrest here in 2nd class grows in my mind; I imagine what luxurious foot rests they might have in 1st class; lovely pouffés to put one’s feet on. Waited on by busty Bavarian maidens. This is haunting me. Their huge bosoms accidentally on purpose falling out of their low-cut dirndls as they bend to serve me. I have an erection now. Austria is picture-book beautiful (we might even still be in Bavaria). Like something out of the fairy tales you read as a child. How lovely to finally get some sleep last night (or early hours of the morning anyway)! All I could think about yesterday was my fatigue; 33 hours without sleep I went.

I never even remembered to go to the Sexyland kabins. Means I got through 65 euros on my one night in Munich

I never even remembered to go to the Sexyland kabins. Means I got through 65 euros on my one night in Munich; to go with the 12 in Brussels. My Regent Hotel bedroom was like a monk’s room; in tribute to Munich’s historic past I presume. Like the room you’d put a penitent sinner in. The bed inside a wooden box. I nearly smashed my head open when my room phone rang with my wake up call at 6 this morning and I had to jump from my bed to the desk, only noticing the wooden post at the end of my bed with a split second to spare. The conductor has just pointed out to me my ticket is actually for a FIRST class seat. I remember now booking the ticket weeks in advance it was only a few euros more expensive for a 1st class seat so I thought yes, why not, let me treat myself! First time I’ve ever booked a 1st class seat and then I forget to use it. Anyway, don’t want to move now and probably find the 1st class carriages are nearly full when I get there. I stay. Idiot. I booked the ticket such a long time ago I’d forgotten all about it. I blame myself.

On the train to Munich

On the train to Munich. Three hours 13 minutes. 625pm Aschaffenburg. ETA Munich 907. Just 2 hours 42 to go! 735. So the man who cannot asleep in planes & trains now cannot stay awake. Feel like just going straight to bed when I get to Munich, and stay there till the morning. 2018 Nuremberg town of Kaspar Hauser behind us. Ingolstadt, town of Frankenstein ahead of us; then just—Munich. 234 km per hour. 249. 254. 258. I think we are going to take off soon. Frohe Weihnachten! I’ve been travelling for exactly 12½ hours so far, since I left work in London this morning. Just 1 more hour to go. I am almost delirious with tiredness.