A haphazard chronicle of my inevitable misadventures during a year in Vietnam and points east.

p.s. I'll be pitifully grateful if you send me email during my exile: TravelerKaty@hotmail.com

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Well, I'm going home! I realize I've been seriously lacking in the posting department lately -- I admit I got a bit burned out on keeping up with the blog here. But I thought I should at least update you all that I'm heading back to the U.S.A., just in time for cold and flu season. Oh, and incidentally, Christmas.

I do have some mixed feelings about it, though I'm very excited and have been mentally packing for the last week or two. Here's a rundown of my thoughts:

Things I'm Looking Forward To:

1. Mexican food. Mmmmm, Mexican food. It's almost obscene how I've been fantasizing about this. The other day I ordered Fajitas in a western (actually British) style bar/restaurant here in downtown Saigon. They came on a sizzling cast iron cow-shaped plate and looked suspiciously like a chunky mound of sloppy joes. It was served up with two tortilla halves, which had been cleverly baked for a few minutes so as to make them crispy and impossible to wrap around the sloppy joes without major leakage. For those of you who are picking me up at the airport, I expect a Mexican lunch.

2. Sweaters. I have not worn anything more sturdy than a short-sleeved blouse for the last six months (when I jetissoned my newly purchased coat at the end of my month in China) and I've taken to wandering through the Russian Market on my way home from the gym each day just to gaze at the coats and sweatshirts and sweaters that they have on offer.

3. Not Sweating. This would be a corrollary to #2 above. I effectively sweat for approximately 16 hours of every day. It's revolting, and all my clothes are falling apart since I (or rather, the maid) washes them so often. Walking a hundred yards down the street without breaking a sweat is something I haven't done in months.

4. Walking on Sidewalks. From the murky past I have this fading memory of this amazing land called "Seattle" in which I could go into a store, buy something (with a price tag right on it), then walk out and move to the next store all without having to step into the street itself!! No seriously, in this incredible "Seattle" place they have what they call "sidewalks", upon which people "walk". The "street" is where people drive and park, and they also have these things called "parking lots", where the citizens put their vehicles when they're not using them. Here they have something called a "sidewalk" where there is no "walking" allowed because of all the motorbikes parked, illegal restaurants, vendors, and scary holes.

5. Stress-free Street Crossing. Those of you who were reading in December understand my position on the Incredible Danger of Crossing the Street here in HCMC, when forced to navigate through teeming rivers of motorbikes. I have, in fact, recovered my lost rhythm in crossing the street, but I am looking forward to intersections in which vehicles stop for red lights.

6. A Bra That Fits. Here in Lilliput I am Gulliver, and ready-made clothes are not made to fit me. I've been bra shopping recently, not my favorite pastime at the best of times, but have found nothing even approaching my size. And let me just say that I'm really not that big a gal. I was at the big market this week looking at pants and someone actually told me they had my size: XXXL. Honest to god, 3X. I had to politely explain that even if that was my size here in the land of the tiny, I have NEVER been a 3X and there's no way I'm ever wearing such a thing. Anyway to get back to my original point, my mother, though she's not yet aware of it, is going to be taking me to the Leggs/Haynes/Bali outlet in North Bend on our way back home.


Things I'm Not Looking Forward To.

1. Western Prices. It's really easy to get used to spending $5 for dinner and drinks, or $4 for an hour-long head massage/facial/shampoo/haircut. It's going to be a rude awakening when first go to the supermarket.

2. No More Maid. For $13.50 a month I've been enjoying the services of Thuy, a terrific maid who comes in 3 times a week, cleans the whole house, does the laundry, picks up my room (!!!), takes out the garbage, and washes the dishes. Judging from my memories of my mother saying "I'm not your maid" on more than one occasion when I was a kid, I somehow doubt that this kind of service is in my future during my visit to my parents house.

3. No More Drinking Iced Coffee and Reading Imported Newspapers on the Patio of a Local Cafe. Even though coffee is damned good in Seattle, it's better here, and in Saigon it's not outrageously overpriced. I love being able to while away an hour or two chatting and reading while drinking delicious iced coffee with sweetened condensed milk. Mmmmm.

4. Leaving My Students. I really have enjoyed teaching, and my students are impressively disconsolate at the prospect of my departure. Vietnamese kids are great -- no attitude, and hard workers for the most part.

5. Figuring Out What to Do Next. This is a major problem, as I really think I can only justify sponging off my parents for a month or so. I may make a tour of relatives like the Poor Relations in Victorian novels, but eventually a decision really does have to be made. Dang. Being a grown-up is hard.

Copyright 2003 Katy Warren




posted by Katy at 9:50 PM