After two months in Vietnam, we have learned a few things about the rules of the road here. 

Despite my letter breaking up with Southeast Asia, we still had at least two weeks left to spend together....always an awkward situation. Anyway, I need to move on and report on our month living in Hoi An.

I love you, but I think it is time for us to end our relationship. I can no longer sleep with you on your cement-like, foam "mattresses". These beds are slowly killing me. At some point each night I wake up with no feeling in my leg, arm or fingers. My rotator cuff is shot and I almost dislocated my shoulder trying to find a comfortable position. This just isn't working.