One of Asia's classics.
The boxcar I rode in.
A happy camper.
Shocks.
Some kid.
A landslide happened here, blocking our path.
Some folks I met along the way.
Boarding the new train.
On the other side of the landslide.
Sad kid.
Our "new" train was more run down than the last one.
The door might not have even functioned.
Enjoying the journey.
More people coming aboard.
A village of one home.
Yes the train would stop for one person.
No moving around the car, no smoking, no spitting.