Choo choo
Any man who claims to be able to take a trip on a sleeper train and not pretend that they are on a spaceship is a liar. With its hissing airlock doors, and the endless darkness of the world outside, the Caledonian Sleeper feels more like the craft at the beginning of 2001: A Space Odyssey, and less like its kin that leave from Kings Cross throughout the day.
The Lowland Sleeper, which leaves London Euston at 11:27 nightly was however, for me at least, named somewhat misleadingly.
I can’t sleep on trains.
Or planes.
Or coaches.
If I’m EXTREMELY tired, and it’s warm enough, I might just be able to fall asleep in a car.
Don’t ask me why, but ever since I was about thirteen years old where I stayed awake throughout an 18 hour journey from London to the south of France, I have found it extremely difficult to fall asleep whilst sitting up. Combined with the alternately loud snoring or coughing of the man three seats away from me, it made for a rather unfortunately tiring, yet unrestful trip.
It was still great fun, zooming through the night from London to Edinburgh, and thanks to the ability to take a mid-afternoon nap upon check-in at our hotel, it did little to ruin the start of my holiday.
But it would have been nice to sleep through it, and perhaps, bank balance permitting, I’ll try again with a berth one day.
