In order that I don't get accused of being dead again: I'm in Hanoi after a long 29 hours on a bus (nothing that some ambiguous sleeping pills and a good book can't help with), and I'm loving being back in the smelly, noisy milieu. Just been walking round with a big grin on my face, eating a lot of soup, catching up with various people, dodging traffic. I fucking love this city.
I plan to fly to England in a week or so, although nothing's booked yet. I'm looking forward to it I guess, but am also nervous that I won't like it, because everyone shuts themselves inside off the streets, there's less to fascinate me, and there's less soup as well.
