We went from Chicago to the West coast on a sleeper Amtrak. We got off in Abequerque. It was so disappointing. So hot and humid. We saw Amish people on the train. You sat with different people at meal times. If you closed your eyes you could tell where the Amish people were because their clothes smelt funny. Chris played a trick on Vic. The beds turned into sofas. They were bunk beds. Neither of us wanted to sleep on top so we squeezed on to the bottom bunk. I played a trick on Vic that I could tell the time by the stars. The toilet was also the shower. It was great but I don't think I would do it again.