Guess where I'm going for Golden Week? Hint: Not to a place called "15 Hour Countdown To," but it is in the title. Last year for Golden Week I didn't do a dang thing. This year I'm taking Margaret Mann with me, we're going to Saigon (okay, Ho Chi Minh City), Hue, Hoi An, and hopping over to Cambodia to Angkor Wat. We leave tomorrow and we'll be gone until the 8th.
Kim-Chi taught me how to say numbers 1-10 (which I kind of forgot) and how to say "excuse me/sorry" (which I remember) in Vietnamese. I bought one of those money belts to stick in my short—nothing more appealing than a foreigner pulling dong out of her underwear. I'm not being as gross as you think I am; the dong is the Vietnamese currency. I am prepared to roll up my pants. I am in the long process of doing laundry. All I have to do is pack and clean the newt tank. So why am I writing this?