Accidental Medical Tourism or When Will This Stop Hurting?

Accidental Medical Tourism or When Will This Stop Hurting?

Four days before we flew out to Vietnam, when the backpacks were already laid out on the floor in preparation for packing and to warn the cats of the upcoming vacation, I woke up with a sore throat.  I spent the previous evening hanging out…

How Saigon Became Ho Chi Minh City and how Ho Chi Minh City Almost Killed Us

How Saigon Became Ho Chi Minh City and how Ho Chi Minh City Almost Killed Us

We landed in Ho Chi Minh City after struggling not to sleep through a thirteen-hour flight to Tokyo, a three-hour layover full of Japanese snacks, and another five-hour flight to Vietnam.  We arrived in the early evening, damp air around us deceptively cool, but the…