Vang Vieng was fun all the way until one point where Pierre had a few unpleasant hours and then everybody left. No sooner than they did I booked what ended up being an 18-hour transit to Si Phan Don, or Four Thousand Islands. I guess there's something to be said for staying on an island where there is only four hours of electricity per day, but I wasn't quite in the mood for that, and so after two days I booked myself for a twenty-hour journey to Hoi An, Vietnam. It's wonderful to be in the land of Vietnamese coffee and food again. Ran into Ish, Dave, Dan, Ealga, and Lauren again: it was wonderful to see them again and spend a few days together. I'll be meeting up with Hanna in three days in Hanoi, and I'm sure we will have nothing short of a blast together!
Some time back in Pai I reached a point where I was sick of meeting new people. It seemed like every night I went to the bar, had a few drinks, and had the exact same conversations with different people that never really developped into anything. It's heaps but after a while it was like the fountain ran dry and I no longer had the energy to do it anymore, and would rather just put my energy into people I already know rather than meeting new people. Call it a grasp for consistency in a world where the city you're in changes every three days.
But I'm starting to feel a disconnect from my friends back at my homes. And I'm feeling a little lost about that.
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don't feel disconnected dear, although i don't want you to be gone for 2 years hun. It's just too much. I don't want you to come here flat broke and deal with working a crap job before you get yourself an apartment. As much as i want you to live it to the fullest there, i want you to know that there are ppl here who desperately need to see you. Emails, unclear phone calls, and the rare text message just aren't enough sometimes. I think it's the same for you too
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