“Is it a toilet or is it a hole?” Lindsie asked with some apprehension.
“I don’t know,” Julie replied. “But I’ll find out.”
And thus concluded the best conversation of the trip, so far.
I’m on the night train to Hue (pron:HOO-ay). The sleeping berth I’m sharing with four other girls is currently occupied by about eight or nine people? Including the four girls? I was’t sure about this but then there was whiskey so now I’m fine.
I tried dried squid. It was hard to chew.
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Hope the typhoon was an interesting and not too anxious experience. (Auntie D)