Last time I was in
Vietnam, I tried to blog about it every day. That didn’t work out very well. Last time I was here, my grandfathers
were still alive. Last time I was in Vietnam I spent new years eve watching a
Veronica Mars marathon
A lot has changed. But
when I’m back here, I feel like I did, like I always do.
I feel lost here. Literally.
I’ve been here so many
times, but I still have no idea.
I feel overwhelmed.
I feel hot, and
sticky, and uncomfortable.
And disconnected.
My Vietnamese is much
better now, mostly because of work. But I still don’t know what to say to anyone.
And anyway, they can tell I’m not from here by looking at me. People literally
stare. It’s a bit unnerving.
Anyway, so I'm not allowed to do a lot of things here. For example, I can't eat raw vegetables/lettuce because some guy someone knew did and then he got a worm in his brain and then he died. I also can't take my phone or camera anywhere. So maybe there'll be no photos/posts again, ever.
Anyway, so today I went to 2 different markets in search of some t-shirts that don't have any writing/words/logos/pictures/patterns/lace/frills/ruffles on them. This type of t-shirt apparently doesn't exist. Anywhere. Ever. I did find a lot of t-shirts with pretty hilarious pho puns. I would've taken photos, but you know.
mosquito bite count: none, yet. i'm scared/dousing myself in insect repellent. but that never seems to stop them.
