Hanoi Tears

Backing up a bit for a second. I shared my train compartment with three Vietnamese men. I arrived soaked to the bone and of course I was a sight for sore eyes. I took their laughter and staring with good humour. The only advice Dad gave me before I left was to use and trust my instinct. I have tried to do this every day but I have often been wrong. My instinct told me that I didn't want them to cl

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