- People who design train seats must be midgets. (How else would you explain the nonexistent leg room?)
- The distance of your train car from the beginning of the train is directly proportional to your level of tiredness. (12... [expletive]... cars. If I'd had to walk another one I would've collapsed. Had to walk it back when I got off the [expletive] train, too, which resulted in my brother worrying I'd missed my stop, since he didn't see me get off the train (of course he didn't - I was WAY out of his sight when I got off). Eesh.)
- Subway stations will be stuffed full of people... right until the point where you can't find where to go (thank you, cryptic signs), at which time everybody will vanish and crowd around the ticket booths. Ticket-sellers will be too grumpy or busy to answer your query, and the only person left will be exactly as lost as you.
- 7 hours in which I have nothing else to do but read (well, that or stare into nothingness, which wasn't particularly attractive) = 4 1/2 books. Bookworm? Me? Nah.
- The closer you are to your destination, the less of a clue the people you're asking for directions are likely to have.
- If you go back to a city for the first time in years (five at least if not more, I've lost count), and there's a monument (let's say it's a church) you loved and want to see again and this time take photos of, it'll be wrapped up in scaffolding and looking like a giant icky grey thing, not the delicate, pretty church you remember. (*grumble*)