I was expecting the 14-hour train journey from Bangkok to Chiang Mai to be one of the least pleasurable aspects of our holiday; in reality it actually turned out to be one of the most entertaining. The train left at 10pm on Sunday evening.
When we got on board our seats had already been converted into bunks, which were surprisingly comfortable, so much so that the majority of the other passengers got straight into bed and pulled their curtains around them. How sociable. We opted instead to grab a beer and stay up chatting to a couple of other backpackers, a guy from Belgium and an English bloke from Milton Keynes who bore a striking resemblance to Martin Clunes and wrote disturbingly explicit poems about Care Bears (which he was more than happy to share). 
We then disposed of the last of the sake and went to bed around 2am. I slept a bit in spite of the bumpiness of the ride and the tendency of the train to screech and lurch about as if it was de-railing every time it pulled out of a station. 
I awoke to the sight of trees and mountains as we approached Northern Thailand. It all looked so green - which after 10 months in Nagoya seemed a wonderful thing.
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