So I finally made it to Ho Chi Minh city. Got my visa. Now I have about six hours to kill until my flight to Phnom Penh. I found this weird section of the airport called “The Well Wishers Lounge”. There are the bones of several cafes and eateries. A ghost like person wandered by me. Several more are strewn about love seats and chairs. The silence is total save for the floor buffing machine. It seems like as good a place as any to crash for a bit. Nine more hours left to reach the Billabong Hostel and then to the elephants!
If nothing else, travel has taught me (some) patience.
Amy Oswalt 