I'm just reading "Orient Express" by Graham Greene, and started daydreaming...
That would be a dream - a train ride on the Orient Express, or Stambul Express, as the British
called it once. I would ride first class, have a sleeping department for myself (or perhaps my
lady and me - I'd think about it).
Most of the time I would be sitting in the dinner waggon and eat four course meals, accompanied
by some rich wines (finesse not necessary - the bouguet would be shaken down from all the
rattling anyway), ports and excellent brandy.
(Well, it will remain a dream. The train doesn't exist anymore, I am not rich; and I even stopped
drinking. But dreaming must be allowed...)
Wiki has a very detailed description and history - I had not known, that there were so many
lines and changes.
http://de.wikipedia..../Orient_Express