Back to Saigon and coming home

It is hot here, damn hot. I wandered down to the market and Mike went off and got a haircut. Came back an hour late with blood on his face. Good hair cut, but bad shave. Took an hour to wash his hair, I was beginning to think he had gone through on his comment to stay here. It was harder than we thought to find someone to print our boarding passes, there are hundreds of computer shops, but finally we found an internet do it all shop. Wandered past all the brand shops, they are not so cheap, but there is a little place in between with chickens in a cage. I think we have got used to all the noise and congestion and crazy traffic coming straight at you on the pavement. Melbourne will be quiet after this.