Hanoi, Vietnam
As I headed out towards my multi hour, multi day train voyage, armed with my last $2 pack of Amoxicillian, I wondered why I do this? I was tired from the cold, cranky that I hadn't been able to have a last week of tennis and sad to leave Laura and the really nice life she has made for herself in Vietnam. The family insisted I have lunch with them before I left and Phouc also insisted on taking me and my large packs on his scooter to the train station. As it...