I slept on and off on the train until about 5am. I turned around on my bunk so that I could watch out the window as the sun came up. It was raining. I didn't think much about the rain at the time, but perhaps I should have . . . I was busy playing like I was in an old movie. (Only in my head I was not unshowered and wearing a sports bra, I was in a crisp beautiful suit lined with fur and a pillbox hat.)
Since we were stopped, I decided to stretch my legs a bit and walk around. I walked through 10 cars and wound up at the dining car. It was filled with men, smoking. I was the only female apart from the waitress. At that point, I did feel like I was in a movie. Everything became super quiet when I walked in and my voice cracked a bit when I asked for a coffee. After my order was placed, everything resumed to normal. I sat next to a man eating two eggs, spooning them right out of their shell. I kept thinking that he would be the perfect person to be sitting next to if a train robbery were to happen right now.
It was only a quick 3 hours before we would reach our final destination, so I had packed everything up in heated anticipation.
We finally reached Hue at noon on Thursday, a mere 37 hours after we departed Hanoi. Eeeegads and oh gawd. I expected a parade at our arrival, but no one seemed interested. Actually the taxi drivers were interested, but no one else seemed to care. I hopped in a cab and was on my way: howdy, Hue! More soon.