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| Our cabin mate was even more bored than the other captain |
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| Until we let him play Angry Birds |
It really was slow travel in slow motion. Through the dirty train windows, to a clacketty clack soundtrack during the 35 hour journey we saw endless jungle; paddy fields; sheep: goats; water buffaloes; many many cemeteries; rivers; a glimpse of the sea.
A meal of Bia 33 and boiled eggs
Our ten carriage train carried a live rooster. In cattle class there were babies sleeping comfortably on the floor and a local family having a meal of Bia 33 and boiled eggs.
During the night they did a sneaky trick and moved the canteen carriage from the front to rear. My first thought as I woke up was that we were going backwards, slow travel in reverse.
Finally we arrived in Hanoi. And were quickly scammed by a taxi driver on yaba. I'll tell you about Hanoi in my next blog.
Finally we arrived in Hanoi. And were quickly scammed by a taxi driver on yaba. I'll tell you about Hanoi in my next blog.