You can't sleep just anywhere on a sleeper train

Our train left at 11:50 and arived at 6:15. We were cheap and didn't spend the extra money on the berths. We know better now; we will splurge and spend money on the berths. While the chairs were better than normal ones the only reason I was able to catch some sleep was because of the sleeping pill I took. In additon, it was freezing on the train. I brought my portable blanket (I'm going to invest in an astronaut blanket soon) and Kelley was covered up with a sweater, sweatshirt and two scarves. IT WAS FREEZING. We made it to London Euston and took the underground to St. Pancras, where we turned in our Oyster Cards, although I was tempted to keep mine to see if it would work in three years (yes, Dad, I'm throwing that in there). We waited in the train station for a good while as our train to Brussles wasn't until 1. While there we had to deal with loud and obnoxious tour groups speaking different languages. Also, there was a weird guy near us who left his bag sitting there. Someone reported it to the authorities and the weird guy got given a ticket for abandoning his bag. And Kelley and I finally realized why we could never find a freaking trash can in the train station, the bombings. Durr. We totally forgot and just thought they were horrible at waste management. From Brussels we had to catch a train to Amsterdam. The Brussls train station, not so nice. There are signs everywhere warning of pickpocketing and had both of us on edge, although that did not deter me from purchasing some Belgian chocolate. We successfully made it to Amsterdam where our directions were a little sketchy but I figured it out and we made it to our hostel fine. It is quite different and seems really nice, but ultimately only time will tell. It is big though that is for sure.