3 Blind Men en route to Hanoi
October 5th 2005 I boarded the night train with much anticipation of the 12 hours ahead. I had bought a hard bed ticket, but didn't get the requested bottom bunk in order to guard my bag more closely. No worries, I could read my book with my feet resting on my pack until the train stopped. There didn't seem to be any communal areas, and if it makes me feel better to guard my stuff, than why not?
When I fin
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