It’s almost midnight and I’m hurtling through the darkness somewhere in western Galicia (east of Budapest, north of Transylvania) by rail. I started my journey in Lviv’s magnificent station 9 hours ago but it feels like I’ve been on a time-warp journey. Does train travel always bring out the romantic in us?
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Roads Less Traveled 
Night Train From Lviv
It’s almost midnight and I’m hurtling through the darkness somewhere in western Galicia (east of Budapest, north of Transylvania) by rail. I started my journey in Lviv’s magnificent station 9 hours ago but it feels like I’ve been on a time-warp journey. Does train travel always bring out the romantic in us?
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