Oreos Suck in Vietnam

Oreos are stale and bland for some reason.

There's not that much pizza around here either.

That’s about the extent of my agony thus far.

My birthday has come and I am 22 on the 22^nd.

Before that, I arrived in Long Xuyen and have since passed through a full four weeks.

For those concerned, my health is fine, the food is fine (read the cuisine section in the "continued" portion), I'm never going to find a local wife, the weather is what you may expect from the region, I don't need any money sent to me, the shoes aren't holding up to well, and work is working.

There have been a lot of things going through since arrival.

There was loneliness (on a first night sleeping alone after two months of sharing rooms).

There was delight (discovering my Ethernet cord reached “the can” in my room).

There was awe (as I passed the serenity of an endless emerald emanation of rice paddies).

There was disappointment (that followed the theft of my bicycle on a Saturday morning).

There was itchiness (when teaching judo to local boys at orphanage lead to me getting lice).

I would love to tell you all about this city, about this school, about these people that have embraced me, and the air conditioning machines that make me not sweaty.

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