As the over-sized pot noodle continued to repeat on me and the Smoke Yourself to Death Competition that is third class train travel in China entered its eight hour, I wondered why exactly we're putting ourselves through this. But I've just been looking back through some photos of Lijiang (see below) and, well, it kinda makes sense really.
Incidentally, smoking is banned in the carriages of all Chinese trains, but on our latest overnight non-sleeper schlep this rule was routinely and consistently ignored, as were bilingual notices instructing passengers not to throw heaps of rubbish out of the windows or expectorate balls of phlegm inside the carriage. All this, combined with the malodorous perfume of reconstituted meat products and the bolt-upright seating position rendered sleep impossible for yours truly.
As the Chinese take to the rails in their hundreds of millions for Chinese New Year (the madness has started early apparently), we may have to repeat the above process to get to Tibet, only this time for 24 hours! Calm blue sea, calm blue sea, calm blue sea, calm blue sea, calm blue sea, calm blue sea, calm blue sea, calm blue sea, calm blue sea, calm blue sea, calm blue sea, calm blue sea, calm blue sea...
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