All Aboard the Caledonian Sleeper! (Updated 2024)

(*This was originally published in 2016, updated for 2024)

For years I used to look wistfully at the Caledonian Sleeper – a long shiny dinosaur on platform 11 in Glasgow Central. Being a romantic at heart I was full of fantasies about Strangers on a Train, Murders on Far Eastern Expresses and Amorous Greetings from Russia. Eventually I persuaded my long-suffering mum to go on an exciting adventure to London on the Sleeper train. And, whilst I was disappointed not to bump in to a tall dark handsome stranger, I did decide that it was a most pleasing way to make the trip to the Big Smoke.

Several years later, I’ve now got a big grown up job which requires trips to ā€˜the London Office’. I’m NOT a morning person – the red-eye to London dashes any romantic fantasies about jetting off to the City. These days the BA Cityflyer is more “primark” than “premium”.

“The Caledonian Sleeper” is in fact different trains starting at Glasgow, Edinburgh, Inverness. I believe they merge at Crewe when things go bump in the night, don’t panic, it’s just the highland and lowland sleepers clunking together. The first time you experience this it can be quite disconcerting, especially if you’re like me and pick the top bunk (I’m convinced the top bunk is a cat’s whisker wider than the bottom bunk and the top mattress endures less bottoms/suitcases so tends to be slightly more plump).

In theory, living in Stirling, I can catch the “highland” sleeper as it heads down from Inverness, calling at Stirling at midnight, allowing me to shower at home and head straight to my on-board-bed. Useful!

Victim of its own success?

Less useful for me – the Caledonian Sleeper is much discussed on Scotland travel forums and is now more often than not sold out weeks in advance these days – less handy for last minute business trips.

Cost of the Caledonian Sleeper 2024

I laughed when I looked back and wrote in 2016 that you could sometimes pick up a 1st class single for around £120. (Back then a 1st class gave you your own room so no sharing with snorey strangers, a nice breakfast delivered to your room and access to 1st class lounges in the station including access to a shower, and free food, drinks, newspapers, charging points for your phones.

I didn’t intend for this post to go in this direction but it got me thinking…Today a one way ticket in the basic “standard” room costs around Ā£240 (no ensuite…although it does include a sink which I suspect many people take a sneaky pee in during their evening). Is the sleeper more “planet saver” than “pound saver”??

Well there you have it. Yes it may be cheaper to fly even once onward travel is accounted for but for me, I still feel drawn to the romance of a night train as new sleeper train services spring up across Europe.

Are you swayed to slumber on the sleeper?

  1. As with anything cash buys comfort Ā£425 one way for the double bed en-suite – around double the cost of a night in a 3 star London hotel room!
  2. Bathrooms – the “public” toilets on the train aren’t as bad as you might think if you are traveling sans-en-suite.
  3. Flip flops/sliders are handy for the romantic middle of the night toilet trips.
  4. Earplugs and or noise cancelling headphones are a must – I never travel without them – to dull the hum of the engines and minimise thumps and bangs of 4am train alterations because even the posher rooms don’t block out the rail noises.
  5. The “air con” is patchy – I’ve been allocated some rooms like an oven and some like a fridge – layers are your friend. If you get cold you can always nab the spare duvet from the other bunk.
  6. Travel with snacks! I’ve heard stories of catering not being available from time to time!
  7. The costs I’ve quoted are per room not per person so a travel buddy that doesn’t fart or snore and will split the cost makes it way more economical!
  8. Don’t forget to A. open your blinds at Peterborough and pull silly faces at the grim-faced commuters on the platform from your bed and B. don’t forget to close the blinds when changing!

Bon Voyage!

When in Rome…

“But Rome is a bit mainstream for you isn’t it?”

Well it’s a valid point! Rome with it’s truly outstanding historical sites and thronging crowds of tourists isn’t my usual type of travel destination but nevertheless… here’s 48 hrs in Rome, Exploring Cat style..

I totally ignored the advice in each Rome forum/blog I read…book everything one said, stay up til midnight and keep refreshing your browser to grab Colosseum tickets hinted another.

Well .. we didn’t…instead booking only flights and a hotel.

Things to do 48 hours in Rome – Saturday.

We caught the hop on hop off bus just outside the colosseum. I’d read that the buses were infrequent and there would be a bun fight with the other hoards of eager sightseers scrambling for seats on board. As it happens there were about 5 different bus companies all touting for business so we hopped on the closest one and headed off on our rome tour.

First stop was lunch on the doorstep of the Vatican city. Against all advice we picked a total tourist trap restaurant where the food was pretty decent and they did massive jugs of beer. The bill wasn’t too hefty and we went on our way.

Off to the Vatican (new country day) – it was only thanks to the white and gold flags in the street that we realised we’d left Italy and strayed on to Vatican soil.

Ambling up to St Peter’s square we could see a giant line of people – were they waiting at passport control? Thankfully not. I’d made peace with NOT visiting the Sistine Chapel on the advice of my boss who said something along the lines of if you fancy being in a massive room with a bunch of sweaty strangers bumping chins as you all gawp upwards at the ceiling together, its definitely worth it. So ‘no’.

Instead, we wandered about the square, looked at the Pope’s window, and sent a postcard from the Vatican post office.

Official Vatican post office – Sending a birthday postcard to my mammy!
Line for the Vatican museum

We strolled back to the HoHo bus stop via a wee dude selling tacky Vatican souvenirs who did us a deal on a centurion helmet and some holy water. Perfect timing to catch “our” bus, sharp elbows not required as we showed our tickets and hopped on board.

The Capuchin Crypt was practically deserted, no booking required. They’ve really tried to make the most of their monk museum with lots of information about the origins and work of the Capuchins today… But really what we all wanted was a good nosey at the creepy crypt decorated entirely with human bones and crispy mummified friars! It’s not expensive to visit and of course the crypt is a cool refuge from the hot Roman sun.

Google images – no photography allowed in the crypt!

The Spanish steps were “round the corner” (up a big hill) from the crypt. Much better being at the top looking down, the crowds taking selfies were mostly loitering on the bottom steps far below us.

A brief stop for a lemoncello spritz and a bit of a challenging pee-stop with an argumentative waiter who wanted to play toilet-queue god (don’t mess with a Scottish lass with a lemoncello bladder!) revived us and we continued exploring.

The rest of the HoHo bus tour was painfully slow, snailing round the train station area in heavy traffic and roadworks.

Finally it was time to reward ourselves with more alcohol and snacks so it was off to Trastevere on the tram for tea ding ding!

Back streets of Trastevere

Two Days in Rome – Day 2

To emphasize lack of planning and research, it turned out that we were in Rome for Italian Republic Day and the first Sunday of the month – many sites and museums are free entry.

A fly past by the Italian air force (the Frecce Tricolori) would be the icing on our Roman cake this rainy morning.

I couldn’t find any information about the exact timing of the display and because of the Unity Day parades our bus took rather a convoluted route to Piazza Venezia. Just before we were due to alight, I heard a huge screech and rumble in the sky…damn, we’d missed it!

Missed it! Oh well!
Credit Optimagazine

We fought our way through the crowds for a look at the Victor Emanuele II monument. Thanks to Muir who really loves his architecture and history for recommending a visit here.

Despite the roadworks for a new metro station meaning the piazza is a bit of a building site, and the roads being shut, and crowds of people watching the parades monument is still breathtaking! 

Victor Emanuele monument – photo doesn’t do it justice!

We eventually squashed past the parade-watchers in search of the Trevi Fountain. Partly thanks to the steady rain and perhaps because it was early in the morning, the crowds around the fountain were minimal. Worth enjoying “influencers in the wild” posing for perfect selfies as well as marveling at the fountain. 

Influencers in the wild..and a fountain

The Pantheon is down a wee back street from the fountain (via a lemoncello shop which was dishing out liqueur samples – why not?)

Living up to our orderly queue- loving-Brit stereotype, we were confused at the lack of queue at the gargantuan Pantheon doors. A small sign encouraged faithful worshippers to enter for morning mass. We scuttled in, hoping that no-one would question us if we looked like we might be really up for a good mass. Turns out there was no need for pretence, a free ticket was issued to us and we were allowed in for a marvel at the Roman concrete domed roof or as he put it; ” I’ve never seen so many people fascinated by a big leaky hole in a ceiling” !! In and out in 5 mins!

PantheonBig leaky hole in the ceiling..

Next on the the list, I really fancied a wander around the Parco degli Acquedotti (Aquaduct Park) . I’d seen pictures of sunset in the park and thought it would be a lovely stroll. But the rain was still pissing down. And Google maps took us to the wrong place. Twice.

By this point we were both soaked and took refuge in a gents clothes shop. Distracted by the helpful assistants and trying to explain a 34 inch inside leg, we missed a SECOND flypast by the Frecce Tricolori!!

Slightly dejected and more than slightly damp, our enthusiasm for touristy stuff was beginning to wane by now. We headed back to the Colosseum.

On “free entry” day it seems to be first come first served for the Colosseum. We arrived 15 mins before it was due to open and the queue was already snaking way up the street up and over a hill. As the rain had finally stopped but the sun hadn’t quite made it through, it was PERFECT QUEUING weather. Once the gates opened, the queue steadily moved, we waited about an hour and a half to get to the (free) ticket desk. I kept a hawk eye open for any would-be queue jumpers and a sharp elbow kept any interlopers out from us and our immediate queue compadres.

We didn’t explore the rest of the site because I managed to LOSE our free tickets!

By this time we were Roman ravenous and ready to call it a day. We’d chalked up 10 miles of walking. Ignoring all advice to avoid any restaurants near to the main tourist spots, (we were too hungry) we happened across La Follia. it was really quiet – I guess 5pm was late for lunch and too early for dinner. Pizza,  focaccia and huge tagliere misto, a big beer and a gin tonic and friendly service for €48!

“small snack” at La Follia
All the good stuff

So there you have it. What to do with a long weekend in Rome (freestyle edition!). No Sistine Chapel and sadly no visit to the Roman ruins cat sanctuary but there’s always next time…