Three and a half years is a long time where a lot can happen. During that time I made good friends, saw amazing places, ate weird food, and tested the limits of irresponsibility. This post is dedicated to remembering all the important people I had in Vietnam since I arrived in 2013. Bao If I hadn't been born in the US, I'm pretty sure Bao and I would be blood relatives. Since that fateful day, we've laughed together, we've fought with each other, we've gotten lost in multiple countries, we somehow found our way again. We played board games, ate a $#!%-ton of chicken, burned so much gasoline "seeing how beautiful" Saigon was, seen the top of mountains, suffered terrible running weather, and collected way more free drinks from Bobapop than we should've. And thank God for your family. Their patience and kindness helped make Vietnam my home. I've said it before and I'll say it again: Vietnam would not have been the same if we hadn't...
The thoughts, observations, and blunders of a wanderer.