Montreal

About 11 hours later, and i'm in Montreal.
turns out trains are actually much more comfortable than planes, except for when it comes to restrooms. I did not go for 11 hours.
For some reason everyone was sick too... just hoping i didn't catch anything.
The food cart was amazing! you could order whatever you wanted (which you had to pay for of course) but you could get pretty much anything. There was a lounge area to sit at with tables and comfortable chairs. The coach chairs were very comfortable of course with leg rests and foot rests and a back which would go down more than just 20 degrees. This was like business class NWA for me. There was an outlet right by my sit and free Wi-Fi. for all those who can't live without this... what more could you ask for? (clean toilet maybe?)
I have an economy room at the YWCA hotel, which means i get to share a communal bathroom and shower. This reminds me of Zarafshan in Shahrak e Gharb of Tehran, where i used to live as a child. We would go to Zarafshan, the absolutely superb new indoor pool and rec center, with our upstairs neighbor, Leila, who was Neda's age. the communal showers and bathrooms were great... except for that one time when for some reason Leila decided to bring her camera in and take pictures of us making dumb poses. she was haunted down by "Strong-in-Charge-Women" and right in front of all our faces, as if enacting a horrible torture for us to learn from, they pulled out the film from her camera and dropped it in a glass of water. What was a tremendous topic of conversation later that day was why the hell did they start stirring the film with a spoon? did they add sugar?

yes, communal showers... good times.