SAIGON II

The train from Hoi An to Saigon took about 20 hours. For four of those hours I was in the rear cabin with the staff drinking cheap Vietnamese whiskey and singing karaoke ("A Whiter Shade of Pale", "As Tears Go By"- we couldn't figure out how to move past the A's). The train itself was an old Soviet behemoth, all boxy metal and wooden benches. I watched the countryside go by, slept quite a bit, smoked cigarettes out the window, read Uncle Ho's biography, and felt pretty weird the whole time.


Saigon has been nice to return to, but it's driving me crazy.


I'm not homesick, but I miss my friends quite a bit.