32 Hours On A Train … And Still Sane
In nine days, our two-year-old spent 32 hours on trains, five hours on motorbikes and several more hours in taxis, tuk tuks, ferries and planes. And slept in five different beds.
There was only one meltdown. And it was done by me, at Bangkok Airport.
So hands up who thinks kids aren’t good travellers?
The epic-ness of our trip from northern Thailand to Ho Chi Minh City was, sadly, the result of budget constraints rather than a desire to subject our curious and active offspring to extended periods in confined spaces.
Our frantic trip to Australia last October blew an enormous hole in our budget. We ended up getting nothing back from our insurance company. Meanwhile, the work I’d lined up before we left Singapore has been coming through in agonisingly slow drips, rather than the steady stream I’d counted on. So we are now, unexpectedly, on a very tight budget. So tight we are going to miss a dear friend’s wedding in Phuket next month.
Darling Man’s trip home for Tet was not really negotiable, considering how homesick he’s been. So we engineered the cheapest trip possible — trains, a loaned motorbike, a borrowed apartment and a friend’s spare room.
This is how our trip looked:
Tuk tuks – 4
Trains – 36 hours
Taxis – 8
Motorbike – 5 hours for Miss M, 9 hours for the adults
Ferries – 4
Planes – 2 for a total of three hours flying time
And then there was the meltdown, the result of my sleepless night worrying about the train journey, my sleepless night on the train worrying about money, the ickiness of sleeping in my clothes and then wearing them all day as we shlepped sweatily around Bangkok during the six hours between train and plane, the GODDAMN PUSHING IN THE CUSTOMS QUEUE and then a completely forgettable comment from Darling Man.
The moral of the story is that you CAN travel with young children. Often they cope with things better than their parents.
(The sane bit in the title … call that poetic license.)
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