It’s 05:30 and I’ve sort of slept on the train. KInd of. I’m not sure how long for since my fitbit gets confused by the motion of the train and thinks I haven’t slept at all. Also, a sadistic carriage attendant has turned the aircon to the icebox setting (if you’re doing this journey bring a fleece).
I stepped down and these two lovely ladies made me coffee for 1 US$. There was a valiant but unsuccessful attempt to cross sell me a banana or some noodles. They clearly thought I was quite mad to be walking around at that time of day. But a dollar is a dollar, so they smiled and wished me well.
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