Its 6.30 am and we are at the three quarter mark on our epic train journey. To say I slept well would be a lie, but I rarely do, but what an experience. we had booked our meal for 9.00 pm and sat in the dining car for well over an hour so it was dark when we returned to our cabins known officially as roomettes, incidentally the meal was excellent a really fresh green salad followed by the traditional steak but with baked potatoes with a cheese cake desert to die for. Andrew thought it tasted just like the Milky bar yogurt. all washed down with a glass or two of red wine courtesy of BA. we returned to our rooms to find them even more like a space module my bed was six foot six long so I even had room to stretch my toes out. A little narrow but not overly and enough switches to keep Andrew quiet for hours ,
The boy’s bed dropped down from the ceiling meaning I could just about sit up in my crib. I had a truly remarkable sleep I am not sure if it was the wine, the food or just the ambience but I had the most remarkable dreams waking about every two hours to reflect on the events my mind had taken me through in the preceding 100 or so minutes each dream appearing more vivid than the last.
The train was surpringly quiet just that “mournful whistle” that the driver seems to give at any and all occasions it’s no wonder that sounds appears in so country and western songs I even was writing lyrics in my head during the night all of which has disappeared with the daylight.
I can’t get over the space outside, there were times when there were no lights visible in any direction for what appeared to hours but in reality was probably minutes I don’t think we have been around a corner yet and as for hills it’s obvious that America does not do hills well not the bits we have been through
It’s now 1100 am and we had had breakfast which was typically American large and very sweet which would have been nicer had it not been for the woman sat directly in front of me who was eating when we sat down and was till eating when we left, by the size of her rear end it was not the first time either.
We have just stopped at Jackonsonville and were allowed off the train to stretch our legs and boy did the heat hit us