I spend Christmas Day miserable, drifting in and out of sleep, sick as a dog. I’m alternating between a truly nasty Chinese cold cure Nim Jiom - which contains wolf and snake balls, Beechman’s Hot Lemon, and Advil. I will kick this damn travel cold, and the sauna that is Vietnam should help me sweat it out.
Nim Jiom claims to “expunge external evils.” But what about my internal evils? This concerns me. I don’t think I can get anything over the counter for that. I think I’m left to my own devices to cure those.
Pretty sure I’ll be sleeping on a straw mat on the floor or in a hammock tonight.
I’m not sure how much interview footage I’m going to get through with her about her experience leaving Saigon when VN fell in 1975, but I’ll try. I stuck some duct tape on my (borrowed) camera to make me look even more touristy.