Sometimes sleeper cars are not actually any fun. At all.

Before coming to Europe I had spent very little time on trains, and definitely had a glorified idea of them. My first experience on a night train was from Sofia, Bulgaria to Belgrade, Serbia. Apparently this is not the idea railway and has some pretty run down cars, I quickly learned.

 To travel in the sleeping car you needed two tickets, one to be on the train and a reservation for a bed. When the man came to check my ticket he was obviously drunk. Just hammered. I handed him my ticket and then took a minute finding my reservation, during this time he checked my neighbors ticket. I have him my reservation and he grumbled in drunk, broken English "where is ticket? This just reservation. Need ticket" 

I spent the next 15 minutes convincing him that I had given him I had already given him my ticket, finally he stopped arguing, turned to the man next to me and said "Not my fault. Her fault." And went on smoking in the hallway.

So, it turns out, sleeper cars on overnight trains.. Not really any fun.