Group Traveling

After a day in Saigon we hit the road in a bus we'd rented for the entire week. $25 a head wasn't too steep a price for private chauffeur. However, we didn't calculate the price our bodies would pay spending several hours bonding knees to chins, asses to ankles in our sardine tin transportation. But never fear, we'd lived in tight quarters for the better part of a year and had learn to play nice...for the most part. Reading books, listening to music, and finding alternative uses for Sean's frisbee made time roll by a little easier.

P.S. Thank God for the iPod. Open the window.