We took an overnight train to Switzerland, complete with our very own sleeping car. It was just as much fun as I had hoped, albeit a little less glamourous than the Orient Express. Bunk beds, a tiny sink, a terrifying ladder that I was convinced couldn't hold my weight... such excitement. The main problem was that I couldn't tear myself away from the window until two in the morning; there were too many castles, riverboats, tiny German towns to see. I'd love to do it again.
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