

Ho Chi Minh City, Vietnam
Day 52 18th jan
6 o'clock and I'm awake.... Awoken by a sound I've begun to hate... Shirees alarm clock.... It's always set around an hour earlier than id set mine, apparently so we can "snooze"
We pull ourselves together and head down for an early breakfast... Heads banging, and with stomachs that feel like they could easily be emptied into a bucket.... Oh the irony....
The breakfasts across Asia have rarely met with my approval and despite the staffs best...