With a better lens, I might even be able to capture a cluster of dragonflies in flight ('cluster; strikes me a very dull collective noun for such ethereal flashes of iridescence - but hey).
This advantage is not afforded by British trains, nor French nor any others I have, so far, had the pleasure of riding. Why? Because they are not trundling through the countryside at an average 23 miles per hour - that's why.
This aspect of Vietnam Railways didn't really occur to me until I looked at my photos a few days later when I was surprised to find not a single blur of passing trees. As a result, I can take you for a 400 mile, 17 hour journey through South Vietnam.
Unfortunately our journey started at 23:00 in the darkness of Saigon's Station - Ga Sai Gon and we traveled through the night northward toward our first station stop ay the popular seaside resort of Nha Trang where arrived just after dawn.
Nha Trang station - track side |
Shortly after we set off again, the breakfast trolley came down the corridor offering two types of hot egg; regular brown chicken eggs and white, foetal duck eggs.
The duck eggs contain foetal ducklings at various stages of maturity - not for the faint- hearted.
Eggs are served with a little handmade paper sachet of salt and black pepper for dipping your egg. My sachet was made from an old bus timetable as you can see!
Here's Pandy on her top bunk cracking her first of two fresh, hot, hard boiled eggs.
Our cabin mates were a couple of businessmen from Loa Cai up in the far North West of Vietnam. They were making the 31 hour, 700 mile journey up to Hanoi.
As you can see, they are setting themselves up with a good breakfast of four eggs each.
A peaceful pagoda compound by a river |
The lush countryside rolls by our window. There are workers in the fields making an early start in the cool of the morning.
A woman is gathering her hay into neat piles before building a haystack like the one in the background here.
Rice paddies and fields of root vegetables, maize and corn.
modern irrigation systems criss-cross the rice paddies of Central Vietnam
A headland by a busy port |
Getting into mountainous country now |
A quiet road in the Highlands |
This landscape reminds me of the Scottish Highlands |
Typical Vietnamese family houses |
Ah, 11am and it's meal time again for the boys on the bunks below. they return form the kitchen carriage with two chicken joints and the raw ingredients for a piquant sauce; salt, pepper, lime and chilli. With a handy pocket knife, the younger mad sets about chopping and slicing to prepare the sauce.
A table cover of newspaper is spread out and the old guy breaks out the moonshine that he had kindly shared with us the night before. It was OK. Ot tasted like good grappa but was made from wheat or barley. Here you see the finished meal and two plastic cups ( left over from our morning coffees) of the hooch!
Proud of their efforts, many photos were taken and you can see the elegant hooch flagon on the floor beside them!
A duck farm |
My word, is it that time again? 12.30 and it's time for meat and rice with some morning glory and some more hooch. Got to keep your strength up boys!
In the picture below you can see some graves scattered amongst the trees. There are more and more graves and grave yards the closer we got to Da Nang; a legacy of the war I suspect.
The photo above is remarkable because it shows a second railway track. We stopped and waited a little while here until another train passed by in the opposite direction. The track soon went back down to a single line.
So, that's my whistlestop tour of the beautiful journey from Nha Trang to Da Nang
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