Sitting on the train in the cafeteria car. It's kind of like an old '50s soda shop bar. It's not what one would call a "smooth ride."

There are two older senoras in our sleeper car. It's kind of gross. I don't really want to sleep in there, but you do what you have to, I guess.

There are some weird birds here and it's really hot. Probably because we're sitting near the grill. I don't know how that woman stands to work here. Every time another train passes the whole car shakes.

While were we waiting in the station some Russian guy came over to ask us for money. Hey, if we would've given him $200, he was going to make sure his parents, who are skiing in Andorra (of course), sent us "five to six thousand American dollars." Right. The only way we could get him to leave us alone was by getting up and moving.

There's a cute Canadian on the train, but I can't find him now.

I think Miranda and I are going to wipe the whole car down with our Bath & Body antibacterial gel.

Some guy keeps calling the waitress "chica." I think I'd smack him. He's kind of hot, but so he's also so drunk.

Wow. So not smooth. I hope I don't fall off the stool.

10:10 p.m.

6 de Marzo

9:50 p.m.