It has recently been possible for the first time in five years to travel with the Nightjet, a special sleeping train, from Amsterdam via Utrecht and Arnhem to Munich, Innsbruck and Vienna. And on Tuesday it was announced that there are also plans to run a sleeper train every 24 hours from Amsterdam to Zurich, Switzerland. We therefore wondered about your experiences with a sleeper train. For most readers, these are positive.
Liesbeth Apeldoorn writes that she only has special memories of the sleeper train to winter sports. “We always went by train because then my parents did not have to drive to Austria with four children in the car.”
“We woke up in the morning to new sounds and smells as we looked through the window for snow.”
Henk van Ligten had his own sleeping compartment on the train from Utrecht to Dresden a few years ago. “My advice: don’t assume you’ll get a full night’s sleep.” He was constantly awakened during the night by the disconnection and coupling of train parts. “Then you will be shaken up quite a bit.”
Wil van der Meer never wants to take the sleeper train again. “The beds were too hard, the pillows too soft, the sheets too thin. Not a moment’s sleep.”
We took the sleeper train to Austria in the 90s for winter sports and I hated it! I didn’t sleep a wink at the clamor of drunks and the stench of cigarettes and alcohol.
I. van Westbroek
With the sleeper train on winter sports and the holiday has already started. Sleep well and wake up with breakfast while driving through the mountains. You always make new friends and on the return trip you will see them again!
Rob van der Laarse
In 1981, with my wife and son, I went on a winter sports trip to Austria by sleeping train. The train stopped a lot in Germany. The conductors would always talk very loudly and bang the doors. Almost didn’t sleep.
When the night train was still running, I made use of this special experience several times. I traveled from Amsterdam to Zurich and from Basel to Hamburg. It is always a special experience to hear hundreds of kilometers of railway tracks ticking away from under your body in the darkness.
In the 1980s I traveled from The Hague Hollands Spoor station via Roosendaal to Aix-en-Provence and Avignon in France. Little sleep, because I sat in the bar carriage until late in the evening and talked with fellow travelers in the train compartment. Brushing teeth was often forgotten. Still a nice experience.
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