Orange Cat

Last day in Saigon for now, thank goodness. Spent yesterday out of the city, on the seventh floor of the Caravelle Hotel - poolside and yoga-ing at their gym. I recommend it to anyone who has already experienced the day or two it takes to see ALL anyone ever wants to see of this city. (sorry, city). Finished the Hemingway, and mind is racing with his page-long reveries on the joys of beer-drinking and nonsensical bickering with a lover, among other things. Such a joy to read something both succinct and utterly full at the same time. GREEN HILLS OF AFRICA for any of you who might care...aside from loving the prose, my whole heart leapt toward the continent: smells, colors, textures. Perhaps that's why I'm slightly uncomitted to this place - too much time book-wise spent in the Arctic, Africa...and, now, again. Onto Shackleton piece tucked into my bag before I left.

On postive note, I have managed to find a delicious glass of avocado juice. You all know how much I care about that...still struggling to convey 'vegetarian' to the streetsellers of other things. A bummer, as that's the best food - but, I fear finding hunks of pork or....well, something else. Orange cat? NO.