I've just finished packing. It took three hours and it feels like my luggage is definately over the 20kg limit, despite attempting to keep it to a minimum given last time I didn't wear half the clothes. If I can somehow contain my excitement, I should be able to get a good five hours sleep before I need to get up. My taxi is booked for 0645. Molly and Jessie (my two beautiful dogs) know I'm going. The hardest part is leaving them behind. I miss them already...

7 more sleeps. It's hard to believe it has been a year already since I discovered and fell in love with Vietnam. I remember going to breakfast the next morning after we got back and I knew then that I wanted to start planning the next trip immediately. A year later, here I am on Sunday night, wondering how I am going to get everything done at work this week and pack in time for our departure next Sunday morning. I've learnt that I don't need to use any energy...