Flexibility is key, and it is time to visit the home country again. I am loving it so much that going for a weekender to visit home is within the options these days. Train, bus, flying, all options are open, and I am more than happy to use them whenever I can.

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Recently I was thinking about the how trains are so much relaxer than flying. Even though flying seems much faster, honestly when you don’t live directly next to the airfield, this isn’t always the case. Also the additional costs of getting to the airport, are something that we tend to forget when we are booking a trip and looking at the budget around it.


Example: A friend of my recently booked a trip from the airport Weeze (Dusseldorf in Germany) to a beer festival in England which we will be both attending in a couple of weeks. Weeze is less than a 100 kilometers from our hometown and the flight was 10 Euros. Yes, 10 Euros. It’s cheaper to fly to England apparently than taking the internal bus in the city of Luzern across town. Seems like a good deal right?


Reality check! With train and bus this trip will take you 2,5 hours only to get to the airport and the additional costs on this are about 40 Euros. All of a sudden yoru deal isn’t such a bargain anymore.





And that is what I like from taking the train (when optional that is) from town to town. Because you get in in the center of the city and you step out also in the center of the town. No extra hidden costs and you can also bring all food and drinks along whatever that you need. (And in chillmode write some blogs here and there along the way). Yes, trains are the way to go.

I am not such a fan of night trains anymore, unless it are the ones with the sleeping areas in there. I can’t really sleep in an upright position so I will end up arriving exhausted, and those days are over. I just schedule in some extra days from my travels, to just make it easy going and without too much of an effort.

Not everybody is taking this same chillness I just witnessed. There literally was a fight in when I was stepping into this train of people who were trying to get out. A lady felt she needed to go first while a dad was asking somebody else to help him carry out his son in a wheelchair. Can you imagine? But Madame felt the need to slip through and then somebody else nearly pushed her out of the exit. Sometimes I don’t really get the world anymore, what all happened to us?