Hi home!
My feet are freezing. And before long I will lose all feeling in my fingers. Plus my clothes smell bad and refuse to dry. Hello rain, goodbye sun it is. With 6 more days in Vietnam I’ll let the weather define whether I’ll get a visa extension or not.
But it’s good fun actually. The hostel is busy at all hours with people unwilling to take out their poncho’s and confront the rain, prefering the warmth and free tea.And I found a buddy to travel with to Burma (!) in Ferbuary or March, in part thanks to yesterday’s louzy weather. A Portugees guy with a British accent. I’ve still to see what comes from it, but he sounded quite serious about it.
I am getting the hang of this. The hang of travelling. I think you travel your way to the top. So basically there’s no other way than to start at the bottom. It all makes perfect sence. The longer you travel the better you know what you like, the more people you meet (and re-meet for that matter) and the more relaxed (and lazy in a way) you feel. It simply gets better everyday. In Hoi An, the old tailor town (lovely place, even in the pouring rain I found it charming), I spend my days with Penny. We got all exited about the clothes we were getting made, somehow managed to find the best and affordable restaurants every time and cycled in the rain in and around the town. It’s a shame she’s leaving for home tomorrow (after 19 months!). Although I loved Hoi An I’m glad I left. I haven’t felt so materialistic for weeks. The place made me so greedy. Perfectly fitting clothes made within 24 hours, exactly the way you want them. They could make anything (even bikini’s). A very selfindulging experience. No regrets though. Every single thing I got made is lovely and well worth the money.
Coming up soon: traveller’s secrets
Love lot
By: Traveler Lotschurin