Not Bored Anymore

After a couple of hours, life on the train to Phan Rang-Thap Cham became a bit stagnate — both mentally and environmentally. Thankfully the TVs came on and we were treated to a series of strange reality shows — a fixture, along with soaps, of Vietnamese television — featuring Westerners acting like idiots. It was like I’d never left home.

Close Quarters

Accommodations on the night train from Hoi An to Phang Rang-Thap Cham left a bit to be desired (a little meager for the price point), but ticket inspection was thorough. However, despite the emphasis on proper seating, once or twice during the the 10-hour ride I returned to my seat to find it occupied. Nothing a friendly shake of the shoulder couldn’t fix.