When I woke up there was a definite chill in the air. In the streets people were wearing down jackets. The staff at the hotel were commenting on how cold it was. I had to put a jacket on to keep warm. The temperature had dropped to 18 C and was not expected to rise above 21C. On the bed was the remains of the travels documentation. We has started off with 15 envelopes. They were marked Heathrow to Hanoi, Hanoi to SaPa, Hanoi to Hue, Hue to Hoi An, to Saigon and so on. Each contained the details of the train, bus or plane we were due to use that day along with details of our accommodation. Between the lines of the various documents were the hopes and aspirations, the assumptions and built in mistakes we had started out with. Now there was one envelope left.
It has been an extraordinary four weeks. Trekking in SaPa, traveling the length of Vietnam and being caught in a serious tropical storm on the way. Spending time in the Mekong Delta drinking from freshly cut coconuts. Experiencing the most beautiful countryside and the rich culture of both Vietnam and Cambodia. The warmth, hospitality and openness of the people we met was both a surprise and a constant delight. And now there was the one envelope left. On it were the words “Hanoi to Heathrow”. We had run out of time. Its such a shame. I was just getting the hang of it.