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In praise of dreamy multitasking on overnight train travel
In praise of dreamy multitasking on overnight train travel
What's the biggest luxury, the most lusted-after perk of long-distance travel these days? Close your eyes, count to 10 and whisper it gently - sleep.
With the indignities of air travel stacking up by the day, savvy travellers are looking to railway sleeper services for a comfortable alternative.
Though VIA Rail discontinued the sleeper car service between Toronto and Montreal in 2005, it still offers cozy cabins on its Montreal to Halifax, Montreal to Gaspé, Que., and Winnipeg to Churchill, Man., lines as well as the famous "Canadian" service from Toronto to Vancouver.
In the U.K., despite periodic talk of scrapping loss-making sleeper cars, the two overnight train services - the Caledonian from London Euston to Scotland, and the Night Riviera from London Paddington to southwest England - remain popular with late-working MPs, tourists and railway romantics.
The Caledonian trundles north through the industrial heart of northern England, the once-thundering dockyards of Glasgow and alongside moody lochs and forests to Fort William and Ben Nevis, the tallest peak in Britain at 1,343 metres.
But being a contrarian, I took it backwards - from teeming Glasgow Central Station to equally teeming London. It's after 10 p.m. when I arrive at Glasgow Central's cavernous platform, and my train is not yet prepared.
Pre-boarding entertainment is provided by two liquored lads swigging from a purloined pitcher of beer, befuddling a pair of Americans with "weeoch-aye" banter decipherable only to Govan stevedores and the utterly hammered.
When the gate opens for the Caledonian, I scuttle behind the McDrunk Brothers and head for the bar car. Glasgow's Clyde River and grim apartment blocks melt into the night as I savour my complimentary merlot.
Morning comes too soon, and I am awakened with the first edition of the The Scotsman newspaper and a hot bacon roll and coffee. I lift the blinds to reveal a whirl of harassed commuters trooping to the office. I let my day unfurl at leisure, enjoying the hour or so when passengers can linger before vacating their cabins. |
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