The first train journey - from Bangkok to southern Thailand - which was punctuated by regular visits to the hole in the floor - but was mostly spent trying to ignore what sounded like a sledge hammer trying to smash open the ancient carriage in which we were traveling. Second class... torture class more like! We are now headed in the opposite direction and have upgraded (for no extra cost bizarrely) to first class (we got the last two seats on the way down here - the writing was on the wall?) We now find ourselves in relative opulence; our own (cosy) cabin with a trickle of air conditioning, bottles of water, a sink, even blanket's wrapped in plastic, and what's that... no sounds other than the gentle rattle and roll one might expect when traveling on a train... I pray I'm not speaking too soon... But good night!
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