The mystique of train travel is bit lost on me. I know the journey is part of the experience but I’d rather just have that part over and done with as quickly as possible.
And sleeping on a train? Well in theory I can conjure up scenes from “North by North West” with the debonair Cary Grant lurking around a corner. In reality I just got bored. I’m obviously shallow but that’s the truth.
On the other hand I found the The Harrington Glen Trainhouse absolutely fascinating.