Physical and Mental Exercises in Saigon
We've enjoyed and endured a few of the world's greatest train journeys over the last few months, so when we boarded our final overnight train of the trip on Sunday night, I couldn't help feeling a little sad. I guess I have a romantic notion of allowing myself to be lulled asleep by the quiet, rythmic rumble of the train knowing that I'll wake up somewhere brand new in the morning.
Of course, the reality is a little different: sleep can be fitful, interrupted by carriage attendants, over-zealous air conditioning, noisy cabin-mates or the train horn sounding at all hours of the day or night. But I will miss these trains because of the adventure they symbolize, at least in my mind. But all good things must come to an end, and - still half asleep - we pulled into Ho Chi Minh City just after 5am on Monday morning.
