Riding the trains in Vietnam was an adventure before the wheels had started turning. Boarding our train fifty minutes earlier than departure (a requirement) we made our way to our first class berth. We decided to indulge seeing as we would be on the train for fifteen hours. Entering our room we are greeted with a dusty compartment a few black hairs left behind from the last passengers and our two bottom bunks. Dust and hair aside there was still a beautiful nostalgia to the train. After settling in I get out my book to write and something catches the corner of my eye, I looked to see what it was and was unpleasantly surprised by a small mouse looking at me. The next fifteen minutes we spent trying to get the mouse out of our compartment but with no luck gave in. Alternatively we decided to purchase some beer at this point just in case sleep didn’t come easy. Finally the wheels start turning and we are off, brad and I, the two Vietnamese boys up top and the mouse beneath the beds.