This post has been uploaded as a blog post retrospectively from the diary written at the time. Yeah the hotel telephone works as an alarm clock. Good job too, as my mobile wasn’t set to go off until 8am BST, an hour after CET! I watch Sky, eat some pancake, […]
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This post has been uploaded as a blog post retrospectively from the diary written at the time. The noisy snorer gets off at Salzburg and sleep is restored. We try to go for breakfast but our cabin attendant insists on selling it to us. Fortunately the Irish/Canadian buys it for […]
This post has been uploaded as a blog post retrospectively from the diary written at the time. The advantages of having my own cabin were grossly outweighed by the fact that my passport was checked four times in the night. As I wake up, dawn is rising and I drift […]
This post has been uploaded as a blog post retrospectively from the diary written at the time. On the seventh day I decided that my feet truly stunk and I decided to wash them. I shuffle around our couchette with nervousness, hoping no-one can smell them. Even so, the Italians […]
This post has been uploaded as a blog post retrospectively from the diary written at the time. Last night was the best night of sleep so far. I woke up a couple of times because I was cold, but apart from that, nothing. Giuseppe the Italian was very funny, and […]
This post has been uploaded as a blog post retrospectively from the diary written at the time. I hardly sleep a wink with a constant rattling of a door and the students’ singing Rod Stewart’s version of Sailing. When my breakfast arrives, I munch nonchalantly whilst talking to Matilda, who […]
This post has been uploaded as a blog post retrospectively from the diary written at the time. I hardly slept at all on the Berlin-Vienna train. My mind was constantly worried that I would overshoot and wake up in Budapest. I kept kicking bottles that were at my feet, and […]
This post has been uploaded as a blog post retrospectively from the diary written at the time. After a restless night’s sleep, my porter wakes me with my ticket. I lay in bed a while, sorting clothes, and he then returns and tries to hurry me up. Agreed, as he […]
This post has been uploaded as a blog post retrospectively from the diary written at the time. I am awoken by Scott at about 7.00am as the guard has returned my passport and inter-rail ticket. We haven’t yet arrived in Amsterdam and we won’t for another half an hour. When […]