Lewes to Rome in seven stages

After three or so years of deliberating, my wife Fran and I decided to move out of London to Lewes, in sunny East Sussex. Then,  would you Adam & Eve it, Fran was offered a job – a dream job – in Italy. As Fran had always said she wanted to live and work in one of Europe’s other grand capitals, ideally Paris or Rome, I could hardly quash her aspirations.

So three months after moving to Lewes – three months of frantic DIY, fantastic walks on the South Downs, and pleasant socialising  – we were off to Rome. Rather than trying to take a couple of hefty bags of our worldly possessions on a low-rent, high-discomfort, feisty surcharge airline, we opted to go by train. Both of us prefer train travel where possible, and we both enjoy sleeper trains. On our honeymoon we went to Verona on the sleeper, and were even lucky enough to score a return journey on the legendary Orient Express (one of the finest coups of my journalistic career).

The standard sleeper isn’t a patch on the Orient Express of course, but it’s still a delight compared to air travel, particularly for larger people with personal space issues who can only ever afford to fly cattle class, ie people like me. The prime appeal of a sleeper train is getting a cabin – all yours, room to stretch your legs, room for your luggage,  an a locked door. Space and privacy just isn’t an option with aviation.

Of course, the reality of this kind of travel inevitably puts romantic notions to the test; particularly when you’ve seven long stages between a front door in Lewes and a rented flat in Rome. And particularly when, despite you telling your wife for long weeks that her practice packing should bear in mind the weight of her luggage, said wife ends up with heftier luggage than she can really manage. Resulting in sensible husband having to take some of the clobber in his (marginally more) sensibly packed luggage. We had a wheelie bag and a rucksack each, and I suspect the total weight was about 70kg. Fine and dandy once you’re ensconced in that lovely little sleeper, but not so hot when you’ve got a taxi to Lewes station, a busy commuter train to London Victoria, a black cab ride to St Pancras International, a Eurostar to Gare du Nord, a cab ride to Paris Gare de Bercy. Then the sleeper train…

… which was, in a UK-stylee, delayed. Not what we expected of French/Italian rail services! Outrageous. But the coup de grace was quite possibly the fact that our sleeper train, the Artesia ‘Palatino’, had a broken door for our coach, meaning we had to wrench our bastard baggage through the adjacent coach.

And yet. And yet, once we were in that cabin, and the steward welcomed us, and another steward came to ask what sitting we wanted for the restaurant coach, we were happy travellers. Or happy emigrants even.

On a side note, we didn’t sample the restaurant car as you can’t lock the cabin doors from the corridor on this particular train; there’s only an interior night lock – a shame for those lugging around sundry valuables, but more sensible travellers with manageable, lockable luggage may be unperturbed. So, instead, we picnicked on Sussex salami and Sussex cheese, crackers and two apples from a young apple tree we’d planted in the garden of our house in Lewes (it was a wedding present from a few years ago; variety ‘Scrumptious’; they were).

For those more interested in all the details of the Artesia ‘Palatino’, the cabin itself was lovely. I think it was fitted out (or re-fitted) in the late 90s, but it was in good condition, with a nifty little corner sink, replete with fresh towels, soap, a toothbrush, disposable loo seat covers and whatnot. As for the loos themselves – often the most dreadful factor of any journey – the ‘Palatino’ seemed to have four in each coach. Two were knackered. Investment in these trains seems to be dwindling, which is understandable in this era of global economic, meltdown, when, I believe, they’re still state-run, but it’s a real shame none-the-less, as it’s a gorgeous way to travel, Europe drifting by outside your private picture window before you’re lulled to sleep by the rattling rhythms.

On the matter of sleeping, the steward turns your couch into bunks, and makes them up with fresh sheets. Our cabin has fabric bunks which also made for a better night’s sleep than when we travelled Bercy to Verona (on Artesia ‘Stendahl’, which terminates at Venice), where our bunks had a plastic style mattress – unexpectedly slippery when cruising round the many corners of central Europe by night.

That’s quite a long enough post, but on the off-chance someone stumble across this looking for practicalities, here’s the English language site. (EDIT 2013: not any more – that service is defunct, replaced by Thello.) And remember – travelling light is a lot easier!

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14 responses to “Lewes to Rome in seven stages

  1. Fran the wife

    That’s a lovely entry, Danny. It is a gorgeous way to travel. I think most of the problems on this journey would have disappeared had I not decided to travel like an Edwardian lady on her grand tour of Italy. No porters to help me shift my colossal mound of luggage; just on one wonderful, strong, but disgruntled husband.

  2. PMDE

    You do write well bruv, even in haste, but really Fran; “Danny” – it’s taken me years to get to “Dan”!

  3. The very very best of luck to you both – how exciting and what a journey!

    Dan I am lost in your fantastic writing – currently I am there with you on the train…you must keep going… I need the next installment….quick!

    What happened when you got there?

    Sam x

  4. Fran the wife

    what we got was you!

  5. Catherine

    What a more civilised way to travel – sounded wonderful. Shame you didnt manage to taste supper on the train, but glad you had a couple of Scrumptious apples to help keep hunger at bay!!

    Looking forward to the next part of your blog Dan,
    love to you both xx

  6. Sue Kavanagh

    So good to read about the journey and to know you’ll be blogging. Know what you mean about temperature transition: it took us a few days to adapt to 33 in Andalusia. But fear not. We are now horrified by the thought of a ‘freezing’ 24 due this Friday. You’ll be throwing jumpers on before you know it! x

  7. Michael

    Great to get all this info. Summer came and went here, so you haven’t missed much. Love to you both and hope the new “permanent” flat is great. Look forward to Blog re Monte verde vecchio

  8. Ma

    Now I know there are more loos per carriage Pa and I might even try sleeper travel! We can’t wait to see your new flat and sample the delights of Rome.

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