For breakfast I went in search of some street food, the first stall I found was 'manned' by a young lady and she was selling an odd but surprisingly tasty concoction. There was a base of sticky rice lavishly topped with cheese, coconut, peanuts and sugar, one of the best breakfasts I've ever had. After reading in my room for an hour I checked out at 11. My next move was to walk for an hour to get to a cafe. The Bread of Life cafe was on the other side of town and it is an American style cafe, served by deaf people. A little over 2 hours later, after a coffee and burger I left for the train station. It was still half an hour before the train left but it was already in the station so I boarded. I was bunk 1, berth 1. I entered my assigned berth and took stock of my surroundings; 2 parallel bunks, 3 beds high, the middle bed folded up on both sides to allow enough headroom to sit on the bottom bunk (bunks 1 and 2), there was also a small table in front of the window, 2 lights and an AC fan. I had just placed my bag on the ground when 4 of my berthies (like roomies) crammed into the confined space. There wasn't enough room for all of us and our baggage so we stowed the bags under the bottom bunks. The first 30 minutes we were perched on the cliff, following the coast line, providing stunning views. I spent the rest of the journey looking out the window, reading or accepting food from the locals. I also watched a film when they turned their music down low enough to hear it. The 6th berthie never materialised and the others played cards and loud music for most the journey, but at least they were very polite and friendly unlike nearly every other Vietnamese I have come across.
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