I'm finally sitting in the Ho Chi Minh airport, looking out a window at a Qatar jet getting fuelled and a no name jet taxiing out. I've never seen a big jet with noting at all painted on it.
I think I'm more excited about going home than I was about leaving on this holiday. It reminds me of what Jim told me about Danbrook's travels years ago. Even Jim knew little of what Danbrook had done or where he had gone but he thought it had been an impressive trip. He said Danbrook probably wouldn't say much about it. So I was curious to meet Danbrook and hear what he would say. He didn't really go on abou it much, but over the years I have heard bits about his adventure. Maybe it will be the same for me. I planned this year as a celebration of my 70th birthday. I had 2 main ideas: buy an inflatable kayak and travel to China and Vietnam. The first was a success. I used my kayak a lot this spring and summer and really enjoyed it. The second is a much more complex matter. As it draws to a close, I find myself uncharacteristically unable to put it into words. Maybe I'll be able to babble on about it later.
This is one moment I'm not ambivalent about. It's sunrise on the Mekong River, showing on the right the mosquito netting that covered the deck lounge I slept on the night before. The stars and moon had been brilliant during the night and the heat and humidity of the day had not yet become stifling.
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