Amsterdam

Look closely, only in Amsterdam would you get an Easter bunnny like this.

Well we made it to Amsterdam more or less in one piece, 18 hours on the train.
Our train was split into compartments seating 6 people, 3 either side facing each other. We had just put our luggage onto the small shelves above our heads when a Belgium woman came on struggling with a big suitcase.
I gave her a hand and it turned out she was in our compartment. She went to get the rest of her stuff.
In all she had - 4 suitcases, 4 rucksacks, 2 folded down pushchairs, a travel cot, a toddler, a baby and a very harassed husband. We had to stuff it under all the seats, the sheves were overloaded and she even put up a pushchair so her baby could sleep. This blocked the door which meant you couldn't get out to the toilet or stretch your legs.
About midnight two germans got on in Berlin and started complaning loudly and waving thier tickets pointing at the numbers of our seats. This woke the kids up who both started screaming. Eventually the ticket inspector arrived, we were in the right seats but it turmed out the mum's ticket was the same seat number as my wife's so her and her husband were in the german's seats. The inspector couldn't work out why the tickets had the same seat numbers until she realised that the family's tickets were for THE NEXT DAY!
So we should have had the compartment to ourselves until the germans got on in Berlin. The family got to stay where they were and the germans went away with the inspector, probably to be upgraded to first class, the lucky buggers.