For some reason, people on sleeper trains are some of the kindest you will meet.
One day we climbed a hill. Slipping and sliding through the mud past great iron wood trees draped with vines until the breeze wafted through the understory and we could climb no higher.
Perhaps rightly so, we were a little apprehensive of passing through Kosovo on our journey from London to Istanbul. In fact, given recent unrest in the Northern area around Mitrovica we had decided to avoid the country all together.