peace out, vietnam. (Taken with instagram)
day two of severe traveller’s runs
and now chris has got them too and is as miserable as i am.
and we have to get on the bike and travel for eight hours through the extreme heat.
since 7am, some children seem to be chanting sing-song propaganda outside our hotel room. it’s as if ho chi minh got resurrected as a teletubby.
save me.
