Murder (trying to sleep) on the Chiang Mai Express
We arrive at the station at 5:45pm and after a quick look at the departure board make our way to platform 9 to board “Train Number 1”, we’re in car number 12 so it’s only two carriages down rather than what looks like a walk of 500 metres. We already had our tickets, we applied online for them before we left the UK and got them sent to the hotel so we didn’t have to queue and we were guaranteed. We board the carriage and find our seats, Trish is in seat 24 lower and I’m in 25 upper, which will later be turned in to our beds for the night. It’s getting near to 6:10 and the train still feels very empty, all the passengers seem to be heading down the other end of the platform, great a nice quiet train to ourselves. A few more stragglers turn up, followed by some noisy Spaniards who never shut up for the whole journey, and then we’re off. We roll out the station gently, while an attendant comes around selling orange juice, which we buy, not for the juice, so we can use the cartons for