Ahh, Asia

I forgot Asia. But step out of the airport into a hot night, wet with recent rain, surrounded by plastic flip flops and motorbikes and chickens, and it all comes flooding back. I made it safely to Vietnam. Apparently, I need a serious geography lesson... I assumed the flight from Tokyo to Saigon would be a couple of hours, but it was 7. Arms tired from much flying, I have spent the day traversing the city in sweltering heat exploring markets and museums and palaces, eating pho, and dodging indescribable lane-less freeform traffic. I even broke my own rule and took a motorbike taxi back from a pretty Chinese pagoda. I closed my eyes through the scariest intersections. Tomorrow, I'll head up to a mountain town called Dalat. All is well. Love to home.