3/21 Crazy Timezones

Arrived at Kuala Lumpur sometime in the early morning.  This has got to be one of the best airports in the world.  All the amenities including great recliners to rest on.  My plane to Ho Chi Minh City was full and packed with tourists.  Older white couples.  Sat next to a lovely Aussie couple who were going to do the Battle Tour of Vietnam.  He had been in the war and she was a world traveler.  We had so much to talk about that the  two hour flight seemed to only take about 20 minues.  By the time I got my visa and bag, I was feeling really worn down exhausted cranky.  The lines to get through customs were long and slow.  It took me two hours to get out of the airport.  I was feeling quite sick by this time.  The first thing that hit me about Vietnam was the shininess.  It is like a new toy.  Then the bikes.  Then the millions of little shiny new motorcycle scooter hybrids with helmuts and face masks.  The traffic is phenomenal - its instant immediate in your face but somehow gentle and polite.  The buildings are all small with drastic changes in scale but it still feels small like a little pastel toy land.  I ended up splurging on a nicer hotel cause I was really sick by this time.  I spent the rest of the day in my room in really bad shape.  So much so that the next day I would feel like I had been beaten up.  Regardless, its good to finally be here.