On the way to Mai Chau last week, we were 2 of 4 passengers in a minibus shuttle, the other couple sitting in the row in front of us. We had not really spoken yet.

This is a note I wrote to Adam on the ride because I was silently laughing to myself like an idiot and he was looking at me like I was a maniac (not unfounded). I just came across the phone note and laughed again, at my dumb self, and because this is exactly the kind of travel account I know you all were hoping for, here it is:

 

I coughed, my gum went to the back of my throat, and then accidentally the gum flew out of my mouth on the next cough, flew right past these people, lodged perfectly in the crack between the door and the step - out of site - and no one saw any of it. I cannot get over it.

Scene of the crime, the buffalo is my only witness.

Scene of the crime, the buffalo is my only witness.

The end. 

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