Last night was the roughest night sleep of my life. After a medical emergency and mechanical problem The Indian Pacific was running a few hours behind schedule. The captain must have decided to put the pedal to the metal in an attempt to make up lost time, as this little choo choo train shook all-night-long. I felt like the spider in the ten year old boys' jar, and by the bleary eyed faces of some of the Nannas at breaky, I was not alone.