These are entries from my travel journal from www.travelbog.org.
They are descriptions/stories of my trip from Hanoi, Vietnam to Phi Phi Island, Thailand from April 2005 to May 2005.
LZ - Sapa - April 13th 2005

Lt.col.lewin2006-01-02 03:40:44
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lap of luxury I went with my two new bunk mates. I dropped my bag on the lower bunk, looked around the spacious 7’ x 7’ room containing a total of 4 bunks and nothing else and wondered, was this the train to Auschwitz or SaPa? Even the window was covered by some metal plating! I must say, they were kind enough to leave us each a bottle of water and a piece of bread for the long ride. Pink Floyd quickly came to mind..."If you don't eat your meat, you can't have any pudding” started ringing in my ears as I gradually got comfortable in my coffin for the long ride to Poland. With an abrupt jolt that nearly threw the man from the top bunk off to the ground, the trip commenced. Ok, time to writing in the journal and catching some much needed sleep as the legend of Stella was still fresh in my mind. “Thwack!” The door was flown open and a uniformed attendant, looking stern as ever barked a few words. I looked at the guy across from me as he would surely know what she wanted. Hoping it wasn’t more than just a ticket check, I started fumbling through my pockets. Then I noticed him point to me and thought, “this cannot be good.” After she inspected my ticket and gave me a scowl, it meant only one thing; I was in the wrong cell. I thought, “great, now I don’t have a room to sleep in because someone else has my bed and it’s ‘too bad, so sad’ for whitey.” Maybe I get to sleep with the animals at the end of the train. As I followed this asian frauline down the hall, I just hoped there would be a room with an open bed in it. With some serious power, she swung open another door where a French couple and a vietnamese man looked as if they had just met the grim reaper. Little did they know, they HAD!! haha. The lower bunk was vacant so I dove right on in. At this point, I was in no mood to talk to anyone, so with a quick hello, I got settled in and drifted off to sleep with the help of the music on my mp3 player. ...
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