puttin’ the “lux” back in “benelux”
Well, my usual lack of planning would have made Ireland a rather expensive proposition… and after a quick flip through my big fat Lonely Planet Europe, it became apparent that the only place I haven’t already been that’s within a reasonable trainlength of Copenhagen, where I can at least sort of use the native language, is Luxembourg. So after a visit to the friendly DSB man, wherein he spent 10 minutes trying to find the name of the relevant border town, I’ve got myself a couchette on tomorrow night’s train. Expect me back in town Sunday morning, dull eyed and scraggly tailed. Yeah!