another day, still no internet

Now that I need the 'net to finally get around to making hotel/hostel reservations and find out about plane tickets, the internet is gone. It's been absent since Sunday and we're all missing it. Funny how you can be so dependent on something without realizing it.

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Sitting at the internet cafe and around me there are people watching Chinese films dubbed in Vietnamese; others playing Dance Dance Revolution-type games (hugely popular); boys are typing with their long slim fingers topped with nicely manicured, and very long, nails; and resting their hand on their friend's thigh; outside two girls walk by under umbrellas, holding hands. This is a familiar scene and one I hope never to forget. It's quintessential small-city Viet Nam to me.

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I'm pondering putting together some sort of photo book or essay book... just a print-on-demand thing to offer via Lulu or Cafepress. That sort of thing. A few people have suggested putting together some sort of memoir of our adventures (and looking back, we've had some doozies), but I haven't the faintest clue who would be interested in publishing it or why. So I'll likely go the POD route, unless someone else has a bright idea. If you are interested, send me an email and I'll let you know when it's done.


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That motorbike burn? Almost gone, but it itches like crazy! Luckily, no more injuries to report, though Stuart managed to get himself locked into a building and had someone point a pellet gun at him later the same day. Eek.