Being from Hungary but living in France, airport hotels have become my second home. Delays and missed connections saw me sleeping in a soulless room near the runway five times in the last year alone. ‘Wouldn’t it be wonderful if I could be magically transported to my destination during my sleep?’, I thought. It was my six-year-old son who figured out a way to make that happen. Engrossed in a picture book about trains, he came across one that depicted a family sleeping peacefully in a couchette. I decided it was time to give night trains a go. Travelling from Budapest to Lyon by trainThere’s no…