Hue, Vietnam
"The ghost of travelling yet to come...."
One hot and muggy evening there was evil lurking in the air, the auras' cast bad tidings and a chill passed over my being, it was as if someone had walked over my grave.
I went to sleep as per normal a hurried and light sleep, a sleep of wanting but not of taking. The kind of sleep you know you need to get, but you realise you haven't much time, so then can't because you think you must! But I digress.
It was 2.13am a...