Everything about this modern train, at first sight similar to the Shinkansen trains in Japan, is annoying, except maybe for the Space: 1999 inspired sliding doors. (The series was called Månbas Alpha in Swedish).
Holding your hands under the super modern faucets in the pee and poo area (that's bathroom for Americans) was a joke. When hands were put in place to get the water running, the water stopped; hands removed, the water began pouring again, ever so irritatingly.
Try that exercise ten times and you are about to use extra foul Italian language.
No paper towels, no hand dryer working. Toiletpaper (would that be bathroom paper in American English?) the impossibly thin kind (favoured by Americans and, I'm sure, many other nationalities) that tears to pieces of moist dust as soon as you touch them with wet hands.
More inspiring was looking out the window, spotting Guiseppe Tornatore children playing soccer in the continous flow of cities and towns so unlike the Swedish countryside.
Next to us a tourist family with the Top 10 Florence & Tuscany guide book. I have nothing against handy tourist guides per se, but the woman looks so miserable I fear that she is suffering from a facial paralysis if not a very severe case of cultural shock.
This train is frequented by heaps of tourists, primarily Western nationalitites. The restaurant has a full menu and we went for primi piatti (pasta etc), secondi piatti (vitello tonato), contorni (the tomatoes!) and dolci (torta di albicocca; apricots are in season). Too bad the Swedish krona is so weak: almost 11 to the Euro.
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