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View of Angkor Wat
...from the airplane heading back to Saigon We made it back to Saigon from Cambodia with no trouble at all (once again on a practically empty flight - I don‘t get why more people don‘t go to Cambodia close to monsoon season. What’s a little rain and oppressive heat?). It was actually greatly pleasing to arrive someplace for once with which we were marginally familiar (like, I won’t get lost this time walking around the block - yes, that really did happen last time we were here). We had our last pho of the trip and picked up a few other souvenir type things since our luggage is still underweight (but barely - I have .8 of a kilo left only, but I’m filling it out if it kills me). And imagine our utter joy when we arrived at our hotel and there was a busload of monks in their orange robes checking in. I am *so* going to stalk them (but piously and with reverence).
We visited the Mekong Delta as our last excursion of the trip and Vietnam was, once again, splendid and immensely enjoyable. I was absolutely in a "heading home" frame of mind, but then BAM - mix two parts resplendent loveliness with
Our boat
Mekong Delta one part friendly and delightful people everywhere and I’m sucked right back in. I rarely say it, because I almost never go back to the same place twice (with the obvious exception of Walt Disney World,
hellooo, it‘s the happiest place on earth) …but I’d love, love to come back to Vietnam. Yes indeedy, Vietnam, you’ve won me over and I’m adding you to my very short list of gold star countries (you join the glorious ranks of Ecuador and Portugal as practically perfect places to visit).
Not all is well, however. We’re in the middle of packing up and there have been a few casualties along the way. T‘s brown tank top and fan are missing in action and I‘ve killed my favourite (and new at the beginning of this trip) shirt. I apparently was so hard on it (damn dirty temples) and it has been washed so many times that it is now completely un-wearable. Rest in peace, navy blue t-shirt. You were a fine garment and you served me well.
The end is upon us and as miraculous a thing as it is to be able to travel (and it genuinely is), there is nothing
quite like coming home. I miss my own bed, my peeps and being able to drink water out of the tap. And I’m having a salad the first chance I get…it’s been all cooked food and peeled fruit and I wants me something raw. We’re getting slightly giddy at the thought of coming home to our own parcel of perfection, Canada. CA, you deserve a cuddle for being so sweet. Can‘t wait to be back walking your Tim Horton’s lined streets, dozing off while riding along your endless highways and being fiercely proud of your aversion to litter.
By the time you read this we will very likely already be home in cool, beautiful Canada (in fact, I may already be lying on
my own sofa in my jammies watching all the back episodes of Heroes and munching on a greek salad).
Thanks for following along and to those who kept us in the loop on the goings on back home! See you all very, very soon!
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Gold star country...
I'll trust you on that one Lynn: since I would COMPLETELY agree with you that Portugal is an extraordinary place to visit, I will now firmly believe that I HAVE to go to Vietnam! Did you succeed in stalking the orange monks?! I'm sure you both scared them away... sheesh... Happy to tell you: see you on Saturday night (Canadian time)!!!!!! Chris