Our decision to take the overnight train from Prague was a bit of a throwback to the days when we could buy a Eurail pass for a season, and sleep on a train as we moved across Europe saving a day’s travel and a night’s accomodation cost to boot.
This time though, we didn’t have a two year old and her four year old sister to frighten off those who sought to share a compartment with us, so for about the same as our room cost for a week in Prague, we had paid the privacy supplement and settled in for the sixteen hour journey to Brussels with only each other for company.
We slept well enough we thought, lulled by the gentle rocking of the train, interrupted only by the fire alarm at four am, and a half hour delay while someone decided it wasn't an emergency. yet despite those thinks, our bodies are feeling their age and our brains are wondering if we really did sleep at all.
Perhaps its something they put in the water.
Thankfully, back in Diksmuid, Thijs put our Joyeux into the water as well, and with a minimum of fuss we were able to at least make her suitable to move aboard albeit too late for any provisioning.
Which is why we came to be sitting on the Tea Room terrace in Diksmuide as the sun slowly sank in whatever sector it sinks in the Northern Hemisphere, watching in silence, trying to gather our thoughts, stationary for the first time in a month (but it felt like a lifetime), quietly planning our next move.
We’re home.
