Thank you’s or soothing the crazy

For the first time in 4 months, there sitting atop the basket of greens and herbs accompanying my lone late-lunch bun cha, a generous helping of bean sprouts, taking all the time in the world picking out a bottle of white at Fivi, swaying and singing along to the supermarket version of ‘You don’t have to say you love me’, whilst uniform clad Vietnamese staff shake their head at me, watching a 3 year old boy mesmerized by the chicken running free at the side of the road, my beautiful friend Josie going “Oh poo” as a response to a matter requiring much careful consideration, and knowing I’ll revisit Hanoi very soon, even for only a brief appearance.

Oh, for those of you wondering out there, (a few enquiries having been made already), a little reassurance is in order I guess: I’ve not gone completely off the deep end yet, at least not in any significant or different way than what you’ve always known me to be.

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