Forewent the last half-hour of my windsurf lesson and the, ahem, scenic vistas of shirtless ex-pat surfing instructors for a (scenic in a different way) run thru the fishing village beach up to the mouth of the fairy stream (can't seem to get enough...), then a long farewell swim in surprisingly good-sized waves, more iced coffee and boarded the bus bound for Saigon. Where I recently emerged from 2 hours of work on this damned manuscript review (750 page ms -- what I won't do for a measely couple of bucks) and revisions on my pathetic power point presentation for Monday, only to stumble on a New Year's festival, at a park right down the street!! Oh, the street food (at some of the stands, you could choose your thing -- fish ball, pork, OR inordinately
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