Posted on December 11, 2007 by gfitzpatrick
The narrow walkway runs down the length of the car, separating our enclave from the others. On the other side of this walkway is another bench/bed and above that is another bunk (in which the four-year-old is now thoroughly tucked in). So each “compartment” potentially accommodates six passengers and there are nine compartments making up [...]
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Posted on December 11, 2007 by gfitzpatrick
A bell is ringing.Shut up bell.Ring ring ring.Shut up, I mean it.Ring ring ring.Hey bell, stop it.Ring ring ring.Are you—Ring ring ring.—f—ing serious?!?Ring ring ring.My eyes open. There is a round sideways woman staring at me. Two seven-year-old boys sitting next to her, also sideways, also staring. She has two gold teeth. I know this [...]
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Posted on December 11, 2007 by gfitzpatrick
The memories started coming back. Tom. The bartender. Shots of rice wine. Ohhh, shots of rice wine. Those were not good. Dear liver: I’m sorry for that. And all the rest, too. Don’t hate me. We’ve got a long way to go.Vicky, Tom and I had headed out with Tom’s Chinese girlfriend, Chin, and another [...]
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Posted on December 11, 2007 by gfitzpatrick
The next day I headed out on a 3-day package tour of Ha Long Bay from my hotel for a dirt cheap $45. Included were all meals, 3-hour bus ride to the coast and back, a night sleeping on a boat in the middle of the bay, a tour of a cave on an island [...]
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Posted on December 11, 2007 by gfitzpatrick
You can either take a bus from Saigon to Phnom Penh, the capitol of Cambodia, or you can take a boat up the Mekong River from a town called Chau Doc, near the border. I had elected to go with the boat option, paying an additional 10 bucks to upgrade to an express hydrofoil. What [...]
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