Arriving home from my Florida trip January 12, didn’t give me much turn around for my trip to Vietnam. Pay off the Florida bills and then work like a madman to generate enough funds to get away for five weeks to bicycle Vietnam. Rather than unpack, the panniers stayed out where I could wash and repack all the gear. As for the bike, the cracked rear rim and spokes were replaced along with new cables and bar tape. Had I ridden much further on my Florida trip, the creaking sound I kept hearing would have mushroomed into a catastrophic failure of the rear wheel. My thanks to Erik LaFramboise for finding the crack in the rim.
With bills paid forward and everything packed, my sister, Ellen, drove me down to the Greyhound station where I boarded a bus for NYC. Despite the snow, it arrived in the Big Apple on schedule. With bags in tow, I caught a Uber to my niece and husband’s apartment where five of us, Sarah, Andrew, Catherine and Chelsea and I went out for dinner after a few beers at their apartment. Brooklyn Heights has a nice feel to it and their view from the sixteenth floor included Lady Liberty and the Manhattan skyline. Not bad at all.
Another Uber to JFK/China Southern Airlines started the lengthy check in process that dragged out for over two hours. Wading through a sea of humanity along with dragging my mountain of luggage took its toll on me. The international terminal is a zoo with every species of human imaginable pact in like sardines. With a sixteen hour flight to Guangzhou, China looming large, I can see that my state of being will be somewhat altered for the worse when ultimately I arrive in Hanoi. Am I having fun yet?
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