Welcome to the Club Car
We just took our first sleeper train of the trip and we were pretty happy campers all things considered.
We traveled second class air con, which means we shared a berth with two other people — university students from Ireland. Two bunks on each side and Sasha and I had the bottom bunks which is, we’re told, what one wants in these situations.
I’ve been under the weather the past few days so it was my goal to take it easy and get a good nights sleep after dinner.
The dining car had 5 tables in it and about 40 people, all foreigners, so we’re not exactly talking about an authentic Thai experience. Music was blasting, beer was flowing and people we’re dancing on the seats so “Club car” might have been a better name for it. The only truly authentic Thai experience on the train was watching the on-duty gun carrying security guard dance for an hour or two. Sadly the video I took is too dark to convey the images I will never forget.
Lucky for us, our Irish bunk mates had squatted at a table early and had an extra seat. We ordered dinner, shared some good conversation, watched people put all but a leg out the window of the moving train and drank some whiskey. So much for taking it easy.
When I woke up this morning I was feeling a lot better, so apparently it was just what the doctor ordered.