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on the perfume river... ~ November 15, 2002 - 2:01 a.m. a sweet stopover in hue (prounounced "hway")... I'm not feeling so well today, a bit sick to my stomach... let's just assume it's not parasites, okay? I'm taking oregano oil, taking it easy, and hoping for the best. I think when I'm done here, I may head back to my hotel for a bit of a rest. I really should get in some sights today at some point. maybe I'll even let a cyclo driver take me around. a cyclo is like a bike with a cushy seat attached to the front. you feel a bit ridiculously like a princess riding around in one. I'm low-energy today, though, and trying to be good to myself. across the alley from the internet cafe, there's something going on, either a wedding or a funeral. I can't tell which. flower wreaths, bell-ringing, incense. two men sit in front, one with his arm around the other man's shoulders. I love the easy physical intimacy of asian men with each other. asians in general. it's not unusual for a woman to grab your hand or arm as you're walking together. a handshake involves much squeezing, with both hands. schoolgirls like to walk hand-in-hand and arm-in-arm. sweet. hue is a tourist destination, a bit of a shock after locals-only dong ha. I guess it will help to cushion the insanity of ho chi minh city (formerly saigon). my next stop, and my final destination before I fly home. home. sometimes I look in the mirror, and I don't recognize my own face.
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