Sounds like fun to me.
One of my best-remembered - if rather unusual train journeys on InterRail, was an overnight run starting out from Aix-en-Provence in the early evening and on to Rome in the morning. An old fashioned train with lots of wood detailing in the cabins. We found an empty cabin and unpacked our stuff and set ourselves up with food and drinks. We hit Marseille soon after and from there we watched the sunset on the Mediterranean Sea as we hugged the coastline all the way up to Ventimiglia. Passport control checked us and the train supervisor told us there'd be few passengers through the night so we pulled out the seats and made a big bed with our sleeping bags and set up a picnic of wines and treats. The window in the cabin became a movie screen of passing towns and bays as the night rolled in, yachts and boats out in the bay also having parties and by the time we hit Genoa we were overwhelmed with the sheer beauty of it all. So we got some sleep and woke up refreshed.
A few hours later we were nearing Rome and other passengers began to arrive, so we put the seats back in order and were soon after joined by an Italian couple. They didn't speak to each other at all and the tension was odd to say the least. The lady was gorgeous but her guy was a roundy little thing with a bald head. He was doing a crossword and he had a pen he wouldn't stop clicking the top of as he ruminated over the clues. Myself and herself were rather pissed off with this and I saw that the lady with him was too. She'd look at him with these withering stares and I dozed off again. I had two seats to myself so I huddled up and went to sleep again.
Just outside Rome I uncurled and sat up straight and stretched, I noticed that the Italian woman and her baldy little bloke were now glaring angrily at me. My girlfriend too was trying to communicate something to me with her eyes but I was too sleepy to clock it. Her baldy little husband looked at me fairly angry too. I was wondering what all the fuss was and when we got to Rome and hopped off the train, my lady friend started laughing hysterically. I asked what was so funny? She told me what happened:
While sitting up and sleeping, I had tried to turn and shift into a more comfortable position. In doing so, I stretched out my right leg (which had pins and needles in) and smacked the woman in the side of the head, which in turn bounced off the window. As my girly was telling me, a picture began to form in my mind and suddenly it came back to me: yes, I had tried to get comfortable, and yes - in doing so I walloped the woman's head into the window with my bare foot. Then rolled a little more and went back to sleep. I saw exactly what I did, but for some reason it didn't register. Red wine and spliffs, you see.
So we went for a coffee just outside Rome central station and when we took our table, guess who was sitting at another table nearby?
We lashed the coffee down and got out of there - prontolissimo.
Busting our guts laughing.
Man, I love InterRail.
