As the last of the summer holidays come to an end, a group of us – my regulars and myself – decided to hop on a sleeper train and have some fun before getting back to the “normal” life. I’ve been craving some new experiences – some riskier adventures – so when a few of the regulars asked if I’d like to try getting “railed on rails” (their words) I jumped at the opportunity.
Since these were my regulars (7 of them), I trusted them to get everything organised – train tickets, hotels, whatever – and just made sure I was good to go when the time came. And the weekend that just passed? That was the time.