PlayNight Train

You get on the train in one country. Having found the bar a tug of scotch warms your bones. You drink until the debaucherous pull of the alcohol with the engine's steady chug quiet you to sleep. You awake at dawn as the train churns to a halt. You gather your bag hastily, apply a quick fix to the hair, and step off to find yourself facing the rising sun in another country. My friend, you have many miles to go, and many drinks before the angel's take their share.