Meanwhile, back in Vietnam . . .

While we are dodging Mulga Pythons and petting Thorny Devils, Ross was exploring in Vietnam.

The question before he left was, had he decided whether or not to eat dog? He was undecided at departure.

In any case, we did know he was visiting Hanoi, doing Tai Chi in the early morning with the locals around Hoan Kiem Lake. They hired cyclos (tandem bikes?) for a day to sightsee. They dodged traffic to cross the very busy streets, and shopped for souveniers. At one point they took an overnight train and slept three bunks high. That night their train hit another, due to floods, and with a few bumps, they made out fine. Ross claims it was safe because he was sandwiched into his bunk, feet up on his backpack at the foot, head on whatever at the front, sleeping like a V, with no where really to budge to. This is why mothers aren't allowed to go along, too.

They visited with local kids who met up with them acting as vendors and tour guides. Ross now chats with at least one on Facebook. Of course!

We did get one email midway that said he wished the trip would never end. Another reason why moms don't go . . .