I boarded my proper train two hours later, and was promptly engaged in a seduction attempt by a tall Nigerian man who, supposedly, played soccer for the national team. Our conversation lasted the duration of the ride, and I had about as much success in convincing him that I was French as he did obtaining my number and convincing me to accompany him to Brest.
Later, while my Nigerian friend was in the bathroom, I was approached by another man who wanted to chat. I managed to elude his advances by pretending I was traveling with a boyfriend, which turned out to be a good idea since the next thing I saw of the man, he was being handcuffed and led away by the police who had been waiting for him at the Rennes station.
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