What I’ll remember most about our four months traveling through the Philippines, Thailand, Vietnam, and Cambodia.
There are two kinds of people in the world – the kind that love summer and the kind that love winter.
I wake up sad.
I spent four days in Siem Reap and didn’t go to Angkor Wat.
It’s a warm night. The cheery light from Ốc Vi Hà Nội beckons us inside.
“So do you miss home?” my mom asks me over FaceTime. I pause. Do I?
When we arrive, the city is as darling as I’d imagined it. Lanterns hang from every building. Women ride bikes down the street wearing nón lá, the iconic conical hat.
Kelly scrolls through a list on her phone. “The Internet says you should eat bland foods after food poisoning. You know, like bananas, rice, applesauce, toast. Give your stomach a rest.”
All the beds in Asia are varying degrees of hardness from “good for a bad back” to “harder than concrete.”
Curled up in bed, my body is pimpled with goose bumps. I know I have a fever and I can’t get comfortable.
The spice hits me in the back of the throat and I cough.
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