The first trip I remember taking was on the train from Virginia up to New York City watching the summertime countryside rolling past the window. They used white linen tablecloths in the dining car in those days and real silver. I love trains to this day. Maybe that was the beginning of my fixation with leisurely modes of travel.
So far as I know anything worth hearing is not usually uttered at seven o'clock in the morning and if it is it will generally be repeated at a more reasonable hour for a larger and more wakeful audience.
Old age is always wakeful as if the longer linked with life the less man has to do with aught that looks like death.