Train From Hell
For the sake of Man, please make it stop.
I’m being noise polluted to death and no, I’m not joking. I think it may just be possible to die. I am contemplating swallowing my own tongue.
Here is what I’m being subjected to right now:
- Bad Vietnamese caberet being force fed to us on the train’s PA system, backed up by visuals on the distant TV.
- Local music being played loudly by the chap 2 rows back through his tinny and crackling cassette player.
- A cockral a-cocking! I shit you not.
Laura’s chair only has 1 setting: fully reclined. Oh, and the air con has packed up!
On the bright side, there are only 8 more hours to go.
All part of the allure of travelling, or so I’m told. 
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