I love sleeping on the train.
It's certainly not because the gentle rhythm of the train lulls me to sleep; there's nothing gentle about it at all. Sleeping on the train is bouncy and noisy. There's even a net on the top bunk to prevent one from being flung to the floor.
But I love the adventure of travelling miles in my sleep; of the train slipping like a burglar through unsuspecting towns at night. I love to wake up when the train stops in the middle of the night and watch sleepy people get on and off as they start or end their travels. And I love waking up in the morning to see a totally different landscape outside the window.
Next week ...
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