The train ride was bleak, fast but bleak.
The speed may have outweighed the bleakness. I’m not entirely sure, but it did create a strange effect; the blanket of clouds that led all the way to Mountains appeared to continuously warp with an ever changing perspective.
Maybe I wasn’t on a train at all. Maybe I was dreaming.
Because when I woke up it had changed.
Apparently, ninety minutes at three-hundred kilometres per hour can change the temperature by about ten degrees Celsius.
I was very glad that I had packed my speedos.
While my perception of accommodation may have been skewed by the length of tme I’ve resided in Asia as a student, the room was nice.
As were 66.7% (1dp) of my room-mates.
In the end we all had fun.
So everybody won.
Stay tuned for Part 2.