Blame it on the Doctor
Trip Start Jan 20, 2004
187Trip End Ongoing
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A third throat infection and ongoing headaches instigated yet another trip across the border for a consultation with the doctor. His very basic examination resulted in a diagnosis that ranged from acute sinusitis to brain cancer, with diabetes and TB thrown in for good measure.
After a negative for diabetes was confirmed, he was prepared to book me into a South African hospital for a brain scan - but why in the world would I agree to that? Quite certain that it was nothing more than sinusitis, I clutched my packet of antibiotics and seriously began to contemplate my immediate future. Recognizing that I may have been pushing myself a bit too much of late, and also acknowledging the fact that the second year of grief can at times be extremely difficult and lonely, I made the decision to leave Lesotho for a few weeks of R & R
Returning to Canada was not an option, as it would undoubtedly result in anything but rest. So why Vietnam? I met Laura and Debbie just a year ago in Laos, (TravelPod entries 162 & 163). Laura is currently teaching English in Vietnam and Debbie’s travels in India are about to take a detour this way, so what better way to relax, than with two very good friends on a quiet Vietnamese beach. Mind you, a bit of needed adventure might be thrown in as well!
Unfortunately, getting here wasn’t quite as simple as I had expected. The first obstacle was dealing with my guilt at leaving Hilda and the kids at Rachel’s, especially when Hilda threatened to put me in handcuffs to prevent my leaving!! Booking a ticket was the next concern, as my internet connection would invariably cut out just seconds before a confirmation was about to appear. Ticket finally booked, I was left with only one major worry - obtaining a printed copy of my Vietnamese VISA confirmation letter before boarding the flight. But as Murphy’s Law would have it, that’s exactly when I lost my internet connection and all access to my emails for four days!
Arriving at the airport in Johannesburg with some trepidation, I quickly realized that an innocent smile wasn’t enough to convince the airline officials - a boarding pass as far as Singapore was the most I could hope for
Within an hour of leaving the airport, I knew without doubt that I had made the right decision to come here. Although the zillions of motorcycles seemed to be coming at me from every angle, I could already picture myself being part of the frenzy on my own rented bike. Vietnam, here I come!