The gentle rocking of the train, the clickety-clack sound of the rails put you and your fellow passen­gers in a soporific mood and it’s time for another nap. But wait! The panorama of Vietnam unfolds just outside your window. Just when you thought you couldn’t keep your eyes open for another minute another only-in-Viet­nam scene rolls by causing you to get out your camera for the umpteenth time. Nodding off once again in your soft sleeper train carriage, the Reunification Express chugs its way through a Vietnamese village, inches away from barber shops, cafés, and workshops. An octogenarian (an 80-something person) in her conical hat comes down the corridor wielding a tray tinkling with glasses of Vietnamese drip coffee. That nap will have to wait. /p>

Vietnam Railway’s schedules have been prepared so that all long-distance trains leave in the evening to cut the monotony of travel along Vietnam’s long, thin geography. Passengers unload their belongings into a swirl of humanity, as the platform transforms itself into an instant market­place. Throngs of vendors hawking rambutans, mineral water, and baguette sandwiches await. The heady mixture of aromas, playful kids, and haggling vendors comes to a crescendo as the train whistles and it’s time to push off.

Once the domain of pajama-clad Vietnamese farmers or intrepid adventurers, Vietnam Railways has upgraded its hardware and comforts in recent years. These days, you’ll more likely be sharing your compartment with Vietnamese businessmen, Australian families, and gap-year European students. The 2,000-kilometer long odyssey was the French colonial admin­istration’s engineering jewel in the crown, completed in 1936. Much of the track lay in ruins during the ’70s, but the Vietnamese government made it a top priority to get the trains rolling to reunite North and South Vietnam once again, hence its name.

But even with its upgrades and faster speeds this is no bullet train or Orient Express. You’ll find no wood-paneled dining car with linen napkins or brass fittings in your compartment. The basic blue décor is a reminder that, after all, Vietnam is a socialist country that likes to keep things spartan and utilitarian. At the same time, the trains are remarkably punctual, clean, and efficiently run. The real perk is the fact that the train passes through some of Asia’s most dramatic landscapes, cutting swaths through emerald green rice paddies most of the way. By all accounts, the highlight of the line is the section between Hue and Danang through the Hai Van Pass. The tracks dra­matically hug the coast of the South China Sea past untouched bays, fishing villages, and through the hills.

Some die-hard train aficionados will, of course, want to go all the way without stopping. But with all that Vietnam has to offer, why not get off at least once on your journey? Roughly halfway through the trip, Hoi An makes a perfect stop. Once upon a time, Hoi An was Southeast Asia’s busiest port. When traffic moved elsewhere, the town took a long nap. This preserved Hoi An’s unique architecture, now a UNESCO World Heritage Site. Chinese tem­ples jostle Sino-Portuguese shophouses, while along the riverfront, elegant mustard-hued villas with colonnades remind us of colonial France. Chinese temples and assembly halls, vibrant with reds, golds, and fire-breathing dragons bring us back to Asia. Hoi An is so famed for its unique retro charm and great food, it’s not sur­prising that few think of it as a beach town. One of Southeast Asia’s broad­est and cleanest beaches is a short bicycle ride away, with quiet surf and few people. Enjoy the serenity while it lasts.

Another UNESCO World Heritage Site is only an hour away. My Son Sanctuary was once the do­main of the Champa Empire, stretch­ing from India through Borobudur and Angkor Wat, complete with sculptures of gods, animals, and scenes of battle and devotion adorn­ing the walls. After the fall of the Champa, the jungle reclaimed the site. Now, it’s in a state of atmo­spheric ruin and the number one excursion from Hoi An, not counting the beach.

Having rested up in Hoi An for a day or two, it doesn’t take long for the siren call of the rails to bring travelers back to continue their journey. Whether you settle in for the long haul or stop along the way, consider the words of E.M. Forster who once said “railway stations are our gates to the glorious and the unknown. Through them we pass into adventure and sunshine. To them, alas, we return.”