Heathrow Terminal 5. One-way tickets. Four backpacks and a slightly nauseous family. The proper beginning.
Three months in the northern hills. The slow start to slow travel. And mountains
Arrival in Vietnam, the long way round — bureaucracy, weather, and a family with four passports.
Between rice paddies and the sea. The longest we've been anywhere. The boys have a school of sorts. We have a fruit man.
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