DIARY - Monday 11th February 2008 If anybody were to ask me what is the worst thing about travelling alone I might have said at one time, being ill and no one to help. Well I've been there, done that and can tell you that is not the worst thing. The worst thing is putting your flipping glasses down and not being able to find them!
Re-reading my last diary entry I must have felt low, 'cos I just wanted to go home. What a load of codswallop. I have left the loo behind, on reflection the situation in the house with the sacrificial chicken etc., couldn't have been so bad because the girls were watching satellite TV as though it was an everyday occurrence. I must have been having an off day! I leave for Halong Bay in the morning and then after my transport is sorted out (it's goodbye to the Minsk now - not suitable for going down south on) I shall be on my way on the 1800 kms back to the sunny Saigon (I hope the sun is still shining because I haven't seen it for a month) Travelling I have decided is not about enjoying yourself, it's about endurance, it's about trying not to miss the cooking, cleaning and shopping. I have pushed to the back of my mind the longing to have my hands in soapy suds or brandishing the toilet brush; and if you believe that load of twaddle you will believe anything!