The idea of disappearing to Vietnam to work for 6 months is pretty alluring. I can think of a few reasons not to do it, but truth is if it wasn’t for Rigby I’d be there.
I’m not too old for adventure, and I reckon you should always be up for new experiences. I’d come away from it with memories and maybe with a bit of knowledge I never had before. I’d mix with a culture I admire, with a people I like (they and the Turks have been the friendliest people I’ve met on my travels), I’d be into the food big time, and I like Vietnamese women – a combination between industry and sexy. On top of that if I took off then I’d set myself to do some serious writing.
It could be an important experience in my life.
Is it right though? That’s what I don’t know, and I don’t know how to figure out. This may be one of those things you don’t know until you try. That’s a scary way to learn.
One thing – I don’t know how my hair will cope with the Vietnamese climate. And I don’t know how I’d cope without Rigby.