Party on, Nguyen
January 16th 2011 Sapa
An impatient rapping at the door followed by a screeching "Lao Cai! Lao Cai!" wakes me from a sad dream. It takes a minute to piece together where I am. Empty wine bottles are rolling over pistachio shells that litter the floor. I am in a bunk bed. Barry and Cay are sleeping in a bunk bed next to mine. We are moving. We are on a train. But where are we going? Lao Cai, apparently.
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