Train Song: Riding Vietnam’s Rails

Train travel has always held a certain mystique for me. Call me a hopeless romantic, seduced by tales from the rails my whole life. I’ve longed to tie a handkerchief to the end of a long stick and walk toward the distant horizon on the right side of the tracks waiting to hop the next northbound car. To watch as wheat fields sway in the evening wind with nothing but a bottle of hooch and a bag of peanuts in my lap. Eventually the salty ocean air in my hair. To have a reason to say the word caboose in daily conversation. But that’s not how it happens. And certainly not in Vietnam.

We board the train in Yen Bai about five hours north of Hanoi and ride on hard upright benches the whole way back. A garbled voice occasionally comes over the loud speaker announcing our next stop, but what’s being said would even to a native speaker seem like nothing more than a distorted mess. We stop every thirty minutes. We’re taken in as a great inconvenience to the old woman stretched out lengthwise across our reserved seats, and though she eventually concedes the space it’s not without great theatricality. Thirty minutes later she’s peacefully asleep on the floor beneath the benches. So it goes.

The rest of the ride passes by in small vignettes. I make the mistake of telling the four men sitting behind me that I like the taste of Ruou Bac Ha, a special kind of corn moonshine (they call it wine, but let’s be real here) from the small northern town of Bac Ha. I then spend a significant amount of time trying to fend off their advances to get absolutely shitfaced on the ride back. They are obviously well on their way.

The other passengers, my travel mates included, periodically drift off to fitful sleeps and while away the time in whatever manner they can. They smoke cigarettes in the empty spaces between the cars and stretch their legs when they can at the stops along the way. Endless rice fields pass by outside the windows. Fruits are peeled and passed around. The tea and tobacco man sells his wares in the aisles. And then eventually we land in the capital and it’s over. So no wheat fields or ocean spray but there’s something about it nonetheless. It’s a great way to travel. Or maybe I was just in a really good mood.


2 thoughts on “Train Song: Riding Vietnam’s Rails”

  1. Really enjoy all your great shots. I’m a fan of train travelling too. I try to take train everytime I travel from one city to another. It’s really a good way to see people from all walks of life.

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