Holiday
Well, yes, it is kind of late. I’ve spent all night trying to work out a route for a journey to take next month. What is it with southern European railways? You’d think they were run by the Brits. There seems to be a bit of a no-mans patch down there where nobody talks to anyone else if they’re on the opposite side of a border.
There are also some pretty major cities that just don’t have more than one train a day, so if you want to get between them you have to take it, no matter what time it leaves or arrives. As such, it looks like I’m going to have to be up in time to catch something leaving at the ungodly hour of 04h51. I’ve hunted around to see if I can find anyone else who has done the same route and, as I suspected, anyone who has blogged about it has taken that train. So hmmm.
Rather ominously, it sounds like it’s often rather full, and as with many of these services, reservations don’t mean a whole lot at that time of night - particularly not when the people currently sitting in your seat have already been there four hours and are doing a very good impression of someone entirely comatose.
The alternative, of course, would be to take a long-distance coach, but I’m not sure I really fancy that.
Perhaps I’ll email my friends in the Welsh travel office. They seem to have a wizard-like mastery of pan-European rails that I’ve yet to beat.
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