14-17th June 2016
As I arrive in Ho Chi Minh after an incredibly long train journey (two nights and three days, of which I’m the only person I saw who brushed their teeth!), I’m feeling pretty groggy and unwashed. Unfortunately, there’s also a problem with the train tracks and we’re ushered off before reaching the centre. On the brighter side they have put on buses to take us there. With limited English I am able to get on a bus and I hope it’s the right one. When I get to the final stop, I check my GPS to find we’re still not in the centre. The attendant tells me to get off. I see two more white faces and I gravitate toward them. They were told by their travel agent about the train tracks so assume that we’re there. Success was assumed too quick because we get off and are then ushered on to another train.