Somwhere in Time

It's morning. Sweet fuck all its come on me quick. After pounding as many beer Chang's as possible in pursuit of some form of sleep my stomach is left bent, and my head nearly broken. There is a special kind of dirt caked in every corner of this of this train car named uncomfortable. Perhapse the morning meal will help to settle this dispute between my body and the now rotten lager infecting my system. On a positive note, one day in Thailand and I haven't caught the travelers "Shit your pants". This fact is enough to perk me up a bit, along with constant shit can swaggery-jig our boxcar is doing. Our train and its tracks, like confused tango partners on the second days lesson, just can't seem to figure it out. I stand up in an attempt to hit the bathroom, a lovely squatter toilet between somewhere and forever. A place I can never seem to find when my brain has packed all it's shit and leaves in search of something better. At every stop, street vendors board the train hustleing everything from sun dried stink to deep fried whatever. With every inch we creep away from Bangkok I grow fonder of Thailand. We have now been on this train for nearly ten hours and there is no end in site. Passing village after unnamed village, nothing on the map to help us catch our bearings. Fires burn up and down the tracks so close that my hand catches a quick singe. I whip it back screaming out, everyone on the train turning to see what the Falang is on about now. Shack after rickety shack drifts by my open window until peices of something brilliant begin creeping out of the jungleSeveral hours pass and we roll into Lampoon Lampong. The first place resembling real civilization as well as the first city on our map. With any luck, we'll be in Chiang Mai sometime between never and now, give or take an hour...