Our pull across the world is still strong, either that or the next batch of arrivals were a little lost.
The village boys arrived with rucksacks in hand and pressed their faces to the window of the cab, watching as the Vietnamese tried to kill each other on different modes of transport. We spent some quiet evenings in, the boys appreciated their introduction to noodle soup, enjoyed the array of condiments on offer and eventually we left Ho Chi Minh City.
Saigon – nothing to report. Nothing.
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