Welcome honey-bunny!

I am not sure if I should be flattered by being called "honey-bunny"? That was what a doorman shouted to me trying to sway me to eat at their place.

In my travel account I forgot to share a few things things from the two night train trips:
Travelling through Serbia is strange. You would believe you are crossing many country borders because they come and bang your door asking for passport like every second hour all through the night. In Bulgaria the customs started to open the walls and the ceiling in my compartment looking for something, They never looked in my bags and I was the only one in the compartment....

But Turkey takes the price in mocking the concept of a SLEEPING wagon. When you arrive at 3 o'clock at night at the border, instead of sending the passport police on the train - as ALL other countries do - they force everybody off the train. Lining up all of them in one line serviced by one police officer. You can imagine it takes time.   

So you get a sleeping car almost for free in this part of the world, but you don't get a lot of sleep as part of the deal!

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