Travel Day
April 25th 2007
The night we come back from Tam Coc is a travel day. I hate travel days. 12 hour bus rides, lines at train stations, waiting for boarding calls, and all the taxi rides in-between. There is something about transportation that leaves a greasy film on my skin. It never goes away no matter how many times I try to wash my face and hands at the terminals. It's formed by all the stale recycled air, the
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