Our overnight train experience was nothing like White Christmas- no Bing Crosby and no Danny Kaye!

We arrived in Denmark safely! But, lets back up first and explain how we arrived in Copenhagen, shall we?
After saying our goodbyes to Lena in Solingen, at 10:30 in the night, our train arrived to take us to Wuppertal, where we would get on our night train to Copenhagen. We were busy saying goodbye whilst walking towards the door when we hear Lena, in her loudest voice, yell something... we both look back towards her wondering what shes clamouring about... she is running towards us hands flailing. We then realize why she was running towards us, for the door to the train was closing. She was able to save us from missing that train by pushing the button just in time to open the door. Phew!
So once on this train, we had about 10 minutes till our stop. While waiting for our train that would take us to Copenhagen, we find that it is 20 minutes behind schedule. This wouldn't have been bad in the summer time but we're talking Arctic winds chaffing at our faces!
So our train finally arrives, we board and find our ''Couchette.'' Now when one thinks of a couchette, one thinks of a night train and some White Christmas...loveliness! Not so my friends, not so!!!
Back on board the train, we open the door to our sleeping quarters and the most foul odor inflames our nostrils. We could go on explaining the Hannis smell that filled the air around us but if you know us there is only one word for it and what it smelled like....
According to our reservations, we were supposed to be on the top bunk, but no ladder. We were not about to ''King Kong'' it up to the highest loft. Also if you all saw our backpacks, there was no way. We were joined in this small stench room with two other men, who may have been the ones leaving this smell, one shall never know... they were already asleep as we entered this cubicle.
We immediately lied down on the mattress's which were provided. There were some sheets and pillows for us as well, which smelled clean but who knows.
An hour and a half later, in which no sleep occurred for either of us, we hear some loud noises just outside our box car. We then hear a knock at the door and the light flicked on. The police were standing before us, we shoot up from our beds as they ask for our passports. Only Molly and the guy above Ericka gave the police their passports. Ericka was fumbling around to locate hers, while the guy above Molly was ''cutting the cheese,'' the police did not stick around long enough to wait for Ericka.
Not sure if we got sleep or not on this journey, because it was all a blur of stench, bunks, moving lights, and police. Molly does not remember the second time the police appeared, yes they appeared a second time, even though they were shining a flashlight in our eyes.
In the morning, as we were touring the train, we ran into a man from Tobago. (He earlier had tried to sell Ericka a reggae c.d.) He told us of his American adventures of creating and writing music and that he entertained those like Jay-Z. He told us of his time in Amster-D and that he LOVED the coffee shops. He then told us to take one of his C.D's for free and said goodbye with a pound of the fist!
Well, above all, we did make it safe to Denmark. We are warm and safe. We took a bike ride with Soren and Tanya into town to buy some groceries for this weekend, felt so good to get some fresh air on our faces.
Thank you for your continued prayers and hope for a good nights rest tonight!
Much love to you all!!