Amy accused me of having a crush on overnight trains. Well, who wouldn't?
You get to pretend you're in a movie from the 40s (in my mind I have a porter to carry my trunk, which is filled with fitted skirt suits, lots of hats, red lipstick and a slight British accent).
You pull your curtain shut, let the tracks rock you to sleep...
...and in the morning you wake up in a totally new place.