Mortality

I have recently been struck by a strong sense of my travelling mortality. We'll be back in Saigon by tonight, and then on a bus to Cambodia by this time tomorrow. After passing through 12 countries since I left Ireland almost four months ago, I now have only three more left (Cambodia, Thailand and Malaysia). In large part, I'm looking forward to getting home - getting back to Connie, back to Cork, back to staying in one place for more than five or six days, and just back to some sense of normality. Still though, there's a lot that I'm going to miss about travelling (by which, clearly, I mean the weather).

Anyway, to lighten the tone somewhat, this is an extract from the rules in our hostel - it starts off with all the normal things about checkout times, and then rapidly progresses to much more exciting prohibitions (and then falls off again at number five...):


Needless to say, rule number four has totally been cramping Tony's style...

And finally, a random note about more heroic battle against addiction... It's been more than six weeks since the last time that I had a fizzy drink (and two weeks to the last time before that) - which anyone who was familiar with my levels of consumption during term time last year will realise is nothing less than a small miracle. Foreign climes do strange things to a man...