Low-cost midlife crisis

We didn’t take any trains on day 3 and I don’t really want to bore you with “what we did in Prague” content, so instead I’ll fill in a bit of the back story. Rather than some kind of midlife crisis* this trip really came about because a few months ago I learned that to…

The hold up at the border created a small problem with our schedule. But to explain that, and the eventual consequences, I have to go into the difference between interrailing then and now. Back then interrailers relied on a large red book called the Thomas Cook European Timetable, an amazing tome which somehow contained train…

I’m not entirely sure where day 2 began. Midnight was one of the few times I was actually asleep. Somewhere in the beautiful (but invisible at that time) Transylvanian countryside on a painfully slow train. It was not that this specific train is painfully slow, but pretty much all trains in Romania are. Romania has…

The stereotypical way for a middle aged man to attempt to recapture his lost youth is to buy a fast car or motorbike, or fall in love with a young woman. These seemed rather expensive, so instead I’ve come interrailing with my family. I have gone interrailing twice before. Once as a student with a…