One of my most vivid/terrifying/later hilarious experiences during my travels was on a night train from middle-of-nowhere Switzerland to Paris with my roommate. The midnight trip disastrously begun when train officials could not find our reservations on the full train. After begging to sit up in the dining car, they let us on with another (seemingly crazy) woman who was ranting about the flaws of French government. After a day of skiing ungroomed trails on the Swiss Alps, we were both about to collapse.
In short, the conductor threatened to kick us off the train at the next stop, the crazy lady found us empty bunks to sleep in, we made it to Paris, and ran off the train with train officials dashing after us screaming in French.
The crazy lady asked to take pictures of me for a documentary she was making about colors that was being made in Hollywood by Martin Scorcese. I said no, and went to look for a croissant.
This seems more mentally exhausting that anything. You were not only threatened to get kicked off a train, but you were in a foreign country. The combination would scare the hell out of me, too.
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