The train from Kiev to Lviv was the first proper sleeper I’d been on during this entire trip: an individual room with four separate bunks.
Unfortunately it was also the first time I had to share my berth with a family of three, the youngest of whom didn’t seem to understand the concept of “inside voice.”
Both Peder and I slept fantastically until around 5am when the little motormouth opened his eyes. I swear he must’ve had a ten second memory, because he’d yell something at the top of his lungs (to one of his sleeping parents about 2 inches away), they’d shush him, everyone would doze off, then ten seconds later he’d do it again. This continued for hours, so I didn’t get a wink of sleep until our arrival around 10am.
Four hours of sleep…just what I needed. Thanks a lot, kid 😡
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