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I sit on this 1st class train from Melbourne to Brisbane, looking at my reflection. My beard seems to have twice as much grey as it did the last time I looked. As the landscape and power poles float by, I am reminded of my 4 day summer train trips from Moscow to Tashkent.

My wife (as of 5 days ago) is asleep on the bottom bunk. I've been trying to figure out how and where we can buy a place to live.

I have the "everything is as it should be" feeling.

That doesn't mean that I'm content or that we can afford to buy a place, but tomorrow we are off on a cruise to New Caledonia, so I'll concentrate on that for now.