Same story: we thought we had time, we didn’t. We thought we could take a can, there were none, so we couldn’t. The result? We literally sprinted for ten minutes to the train station with our big backpacks, with our planned train food dinner of baguette and cheese flying out into the street, with the local people laughing or making comments in Vietnamese that whirred past us as we sucked up our lethargy and ran. If we missed the train, we would be down $30 and have to stay an extra night in a city that wasn’t worth staying in. Sweating and panting. Me smiling. Lorna, Adele and Erin looking still confused about what happened and the next 14 hours to relax and be thankful that we made it.
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