The fifteen hour train ride from Danang to Hanoi was pure, unadulterated misery. It was cold, I was uncomfortable, I was restless and worst of all Edward said that the kebab I ate looked like it may have been dog meat (I still maintain that it was not. Tasted like chicken to me.).
There were no sleeper carts available so it was soft seat carriages for fifteen hours. No fun. There were noisy kids throwing garbage everywhere and a train conductor who got pissed off at them and started screaming at two in the morning.