Train to Hell

An interesting night spend bobbing up and down (and not in a good way) on the top bunk of the Midnight (well, 10pm) train to Chaing Mai.

Rocker's blend if motion sickness and too many beers (not to mention this godawful dried fish stuff he is currently favouring - it's called Squidy) lead him to a night rendezvouz with the WC. I'd like you to be able to picture him hugging the toilet bowl but who are we kidding here? There are no toilet bowls in Thailand!

Well, perhaps there are one or two but hardly ever in a public place and certainly not on public transport.

The poor mite has been up and down all night like a yo-yo while I fell to sleep almost immediately, waking only every time we hit a bump - or it felt like the end of the world was upon us.

(Often).

I have so far made the conscious decision to avoid going to the toilet at all, since squatting is something one did as a child in the woods when there was absolutely no other option - and then it never ended happily.

So I write this with a heavy bladder and my dignity intact and wonder how long I can consider myself a true nomad while I can't let go of such creature comforts as pride.

UPDATE: Arrival in Chaing Mai somewhat marred by a sick boyfriend, but what I have seen has me wondering about this latest executive decision - the hotel has a pool but is in the middle of nowhere.

Eek.