So much room, we didn't know what to do with ourselves. Interpretive dance? Suicide runs? A game of pick-up basketball? This was our overnight accommodation in a sleeper car on our way to Berlin from Paris. If you've never slept overnight on a train (in a room the size--and smell--of airplane bathroom) then your neck is probably fine and you're probably still speaking to your spouse.
Saturday, August 24, 2013
First Class, Baby!
So much room, we didn't know what to do with ourselves. Interpretive dance? Suicide runs? A game of pick-up basketball? This was our overnight accommodation in a sleeper car on our way to Berlin from Paris. If you've never slept overnight on a train (in a room the size--and smell--of airplane bathroom) then your neck is probably fine and you're probably still speaking to your spouse.
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Our overnight sleeper from Denmark to Paris was a little bigger with two bunk beds. However, some stranger (who didn't speak English) came in unexpectedly. He was our roomy. Apparently our definition of "private" sleeper was different. Hubby slept like a log, but my eyes and ears were on alert all night! At least there is no room for anyone else to join the two of you :-)
ReplyDeleteI did an overnight from Rome to Venice. That's a palace compared to my trip. Looks cozy and it has a soundtrack. That's good.
ReplyDeleteYes, as cramped as it was, we had a great time. Our train porter was Gargoyle from the Smurfs sprung to life. Cartoonishly creepy and quite a character.
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