The Internet is a fantastic machine. Here I was, in Malaysia, enjoying an ice coffee in the tiny airport of Johor Bahru and ready to take off to my first exotic holiday destination when I realized that I had forgotten to book a train ticket after I land in Charles De Gaulle airport. I will end my vacation with a lovely 3-day weekend in Southern France, swapping rice for tomates provencales and a little bit of this rose wine.

So I booked a train ticket for the French Railways, from a Malaysian airport with a US credit card.