… and this circle closes

And we return to Ho Chi Minh City, the old Saigon, where our trip through the Indochinese Peninsula started two months ago. And we take stock and we feel happy: two months, eight weeks, 60 days; three neighbouring countries but very different; many kilometres by plane, bus, train, boat, bicycle, motorbike; lots of people, good people, bad people, intermediate people, but mainly good people; different cultures, many more than countries; many books read, may hours together, many conversations and many silences; many museums, buildings, ruins; many food stalls and many culinary experiments and a record of two months without the slightest stomach pain that Matthew broke in week five; many juices and even more beer; sun, rain and fog and, independently of the sun, rain and fog, lots and lots of heat; a crazy traffic that we have survived unscratched; two words in Cambodian, two in Laotian, and four in Vietnamese and no guarantee that when we say them we will make ourselves understood….
And now, on our way to New Haven, to a different world, to meet our new family member, Tomas Galán Lara, and to enjoy some days with the family. And then to start a new circle, this time in Lima: and Spanish classes, and Incan ruins, and enormous mountains, and more hours travelling, and more countries and more cultures… and many more stories to tell!