We started our journey home knowing it would be a lot of traveling. I added up the hours in my head before we left, approximating somewhere over 60 until we got home. It started with a tuk tuk and ended in a car on our way to Wasilla. Our train stopped in the countryside, and people went outside and poked it. Air Con flickered on and off through the trip, and when we'd roll through various ports people would throw water on our car. Between train problems and slow speeds, we got to our destination 4 or 5 hours late. It was curious, and if it wasn't for a flight to catch it would of just been part of the ride. We jumped off the train early at a stop in Bangkok, finally making a mad dash for freedom around midnight. We'd left Chiang Mai at about 9am. I have a soft spot for Asian trains. Something commonly is weird about the ride. Late, train problems, a dump truck full of bricks parked on the tracks (seriously. That happened.) But people are super nice and they're always ready with big grins. The 'normal' people ride the train, so it's a great time to get a dose of real Asians and real Asian friendliness. It's a great opportunity to meet loveable people and watch families just being families.

John gazes out the window of a train on our ride from Chiang Mai to Bangkok.

Train car!