It was semi cama and we were told there would be a meal served as part of the ticket, only to be told on board that the meal wasn't available for whatever reason. After much complaining (not just me but all of the passengers) we eventually got them to let us stop for half an hour at a service station in the middle of nowhere to get some food.
It was over 13 years ago now, but I still have so many great memories of that trip.
I do remember that date however, we arrived the morning of 9/11. Yes, that one. Checked into hostel bleary-eyed with neck-ache. “Norte Americano?” “Si,” clerk points to TV above, a building in NYC is on fire, looks like a plane crash. I think, that’s really weird but can’t understand the discussion of what happened. I go straight to bed for several hours.
Later get up in the late afternoon for a walk around the falls from a distance. It’s beautiful. Come back about 6pm to catch Dubya making his speech with the other hostel guests in the living room. They also replay the video of the day over and over. The dread of what’s to come lingers in the air.