murmur on the orient express

Imagine trying to get to sleep in a coffin strapped to a roller coaster. No: imagine trying to get to sleep in a coffin inside a washing machine strapped to a roller coaster, and you've got some idea of what it's like trying to get to sleep on the caledonian sleeper. Whilst i love the service in theory, and was excited last night as we strapped the bikes on board, found our 'berths' (Olivier's new word of the day), and pretended it was the orient express, my excitement had paled somewhat in the middle of the night as the train jolted - again - and the mystery rattle rattled - again. I did get some sleep, eventually, but was woken by the guard bringing us coffee. Now we're trundling past aviemore and it's misty outside. We're not in kansas anymore. . .