Smoking

I'm a smoking girl. Which gave me some challenges on the train to Milan. On the way to Milan you have to go several hours before they make a decent stop (not only 1 min stops) i.e. almost to Chiasso which is the border between Switzerland and Italy.

Chiasso is good. They send cute-looking uniformed guys (with weapons, oh gee) through the train to check passports. Which means you can go out of the train and have a much-needed ciggie.

But since I travelled with an inventive guy, he wrapped paper around the smoke alarm in the toilet, and would you believe it? They had a window in the toilet. So, there was me standing on the toilet, smoking out of the window. No probs. Who needs Chiasso? Well, maybe for a good look at the uniformed guys :)