And so it begins.
Leg 1, Nha Trang to Saigon. With a goodbye to Mr. Duc of Moonstone.
He’s as cheery and impish as ever at 5.45 a.m. He knocked on my apartment door at 4.30 a.m., a cigarette dangling from a grin. I, being a stress merchant, had two words for him – “Busy! Busy! “.
There’d been a nasty fright settling the power bill. He finally arrives to do this at 7.45 pm, after I’d asked early yesterday to settle it during the day. Rather than when I’m fixing for bedtime, ready for a 3-day trek. It came to about 100 NZD for 6 weeks.
I surprised myself by nailing the weight limit target for luggage, and passing Cam Ranh airport security with such contraband as e-cigarettes.
I’m now waiting to board at the airport, with nothing better to do than chat to myself, after a 30-minute takeoff delay.
More soon.