Getting on the train was an adventure. First, Val, who is 5'0 and has a heavier backpack than me, rested her pack on a table. This was rude, and an equally short Vietnamese woman ran out and slapped her! It was pretty hilarious.
Then we proceeded into the train "station" which was actually just the tracks themselves. Led by our fearless Sherpa from the Golden Sun Inn, we braved the bustling tracks and leapt onto our car.
The car was small and cramped. There were four beds in each stall. Fortunately, chris and I bought some whiskey for the ride, which smoothed the edges off our discomfort.
By the end of the night, we were all pretty chill. We wound up debating/discussing fiscal and developmental policy until the wee hours of the morn. This upset Val, who found our respectful disagreements to be emotionally unsettling. The rest of us had a great time though. Unfortunately, Danielle didn't sleep much that night due to her uncomfortable bed but she was a trooper the next day.
I apparently slept fine.
Location:Sepang,Malaysia
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