I crossed 3 countries in 14 hours on 4 trains and a bus. And I'm not dead.
This was a bad idea. With that thought pulsing through my addled brain, I stand staring at the wrought-iron structure of the Victorian-era Newcastle station at 6:30 in the morning. I've been awake for an hour or so. Sometime tonight, barring any surprises, I'll be in Spain.