Aboard the sleeper train connecting Brussels and Berlin

11.06.2024 - 17:15 / lonelyplanet.com

Jun 11, 2024 • 4 min read

The resurgence in sleeper trains across Europe and climate-change concerns has made the European Sleeper a hit.

Offering revived overnight service from Brussels, via Antwerp, Rotterdam and Amsterdam, to Berlin, and then on to Dresden and Prague, the Belgian-Dutch collective has passengers trundling across the continent on refurbished rolling stock first built in the ’50s.

Here’s one report from the rails between Belgium and the German capital.

The train left the station and traveled out over graffiti-covered bridges toward Flanders’ open fields and forests. The absence of air conditioning made for a stifling ambiance in the sleeper compartments, which each contained a trio of made-up beds with heavy duvets, a single seat and table, and a hidden wash basin that opened like a drinks cabinet. A grunt and a shove got my window down a few inches – but most passengers stood in the corridor, relishing the rush of wind through one large open window and basking in the glow of the dipping sun as it bounced across waterways toward the city of Dordrecht, where windmills turned slowly, and houseboat masts lined up.

While there was no dining car on board, an attendant went back and forth taking orders for wine, beer, nachos and instant noodles (all reasonably priced). Having wolfed down a plate of boudin noir and mash at long-standing Brussels brasserie Au Vieux Saint Martin, I was sated and perfectly happy to wander about with a tube of Pringles under one arm and a can of European Sleeper’s own Weizen beer in hand. I chatted with passengers traveling in the couchette compartments (one that dogs and cats are also welcome in, provided private compartments are booked out).

Although couchettes (carriages with seats that convert into sleeping berths) are the far cheaper option (€79) when compared with sleeper compartments (€189), so ample was the space that the couchettes each felt like a small living room, with six or four comfortable berths topped with folded blankets, a sheet and a pillow. Here, the windows were shoved right down with wind blasting through as the train raced through the countryside (though the wind was billowing with so much pollen that antihistamines were being shared like sweets). 

With little to do once the journey got underway, most passengers started swapping train stories. Some gathered to watch a football match being streamed on a laptop, while others drank as though the end was nigh. It felt like we’d gathered together for one night as a train family, comfortable with strangers – strangers, that is, who shared a mutual love of trains.

Darkness swept in after Rotterdam, and we drew into Amsterdam as brightly lit commuter trains flashed the other way and smart apartment