Got a call this today morning ( that’s Irish for around 11 ) from the NZ Embassy in Hanoi.
They wanted me to captain a rogue cruise ship leaving shortly for waters unknown. I think I heard something about whiskey and bikinis.
Seems they would be-deck me in white, as befits a man of my age and rank.
no, no, let’s not get carried away. The woman said there was a place organised by the Oz Govt. leaving Saigon on Friday for Ockers and NZers who wanted to go back. Leaving Friday, mind. But everything is shut. Planes from Nha Trang to Saigon. Buses, trains, from same…. for a second there I was of two minds, because i shortly have to make a decision about where to spend the next month. But now it’s settled for me, no point in regrets. Amor Fati, as they say. Sometimes choice can be a bad thing.