Yesterday afternoon I decided to try the international Intercity train from Amsterdam to Frankfurt today. When I woke up at 6.00h this morning I put on my non smoking cufflinks, why not. Because I did not have reservations for a seat - and I expected there would be plenty of available chairs - I had to find a seat that was not claimed allready. Guess what: the train was completely booked except for three seats. Right: in the six seat smoking compartment. It turned out to be a gross, disgusting voyage. The train however arrived on time and I decided to walk a little bit before visiting our company smelling like a smoked salmon.
I got out in Düsseldorf which is world wide known for its famous christmas entourage at the Königsallee. On my way back in the evening it appeared that most of the railway stations around Amsterdam were closed (reason wasn't told) and our journey was rerouted. I had to leave my car at Schiphol airport, took a cab (have to fly to Paris tomorrow anyway and pick up the car on my return) and got home at 22.00h. I have little faith in railway companies. Was this a self fulfilling prophethy?
This experiment failed. In many ways :-(