One man's walk — fled to Viet Nam (2010, 1, 5 October)

Morning at five o'clock, packed recoil yesterday about a good car is heading to the airport.

Always accompany instrument formalities, eat breakfast, until the security instrument into the eyes.

After you have sent down a floor for the arrival hall is ready to ride back to the hotel.

Down, did not find the airport bus, probably too early for reasons, bus no work, only taxis and mini bus. To see the taxi there, to 15 dollars, not willing to sit, not now than before, nothing to provincial point! besides I'm not in a hurry. Mini bus stop is written is two dollars, but the car one yet, so be patient. Waiting for an hour, until a couple of France, chat with them, and then a few words together into the car. Drivers come and collect the money, to $ 4, I said not a $ 2, he said that the debt you put your component is sent to the hotel. Think of is, anyway, to the station after returned to the hotel or do you want to play, simply let him go, so we have to a quaternion. This car was 15, he will only be filled out. I really regret have given money, because we waited two hours full of people, but I waited an hour when I already have the airport bus. Full of people start receiving after drivers in other people's money, I again found we, as a foreigner in the room, said the only Vietnamese 3 million guilders, foreigners received $! 3 appears to be the driver is in charge to earn extra money. The mini bus terminus and found that the distance from the hotel is very close, is in the old city, Oh, and let people to hang out.

Back to the hotel, there is a very frustrated feeling disconcert, find it, possibly because the instrument off, I again started alone has officially begun the journey of a person because of it.

This day is not seen proprietress, felt a bit strange.

The evening went to the Sai surface home for dinner, a pasta dish a soup one fried, 13 million pay.

Soon after when he saw France couple came in this restaurant, huh, huh, really a bit of a margin.

After dinner, it's time to sit by the open bus.

Back to the hotel, a shuttle bus will be there to meet me, there is the shuttle bus of a couple (man and one woman in the slight, normal points) clothing special makes me pay attention. Exploding head, long-knee-length coat, a similar sleep pants pants (or simply sleep pants!), a pair of black slippers. Oh, really, I think of! definitely Africa (because the previous period several African guests to our company, the costume are almost there-of) who know I heard them say is Mandarin! I have a good-looking man, he should have said Cantonese! Zhaoqing! oh, my god! you too tide! after two days I have come across them several times.

Came to the open bus waiting places, I found the other hands are ticket, no ticket person minimum also have receipt, but I am nothing, and abominable proprietress!?!, not your vote, I think it might be the hue will then give me the next station of tickets, whatever that much, since I also took the proprietress of the card, all into of hue.

The car started, and begin the journey, I lost childhood absence and looked out the window, a piece of blank mind, tomorrow's lonely exotic trip is going to be?