Back in Hanoi

Last night in Hue the sound of frogs looking for love filled the air. It reminded you of home where the constant song of frogs used to keep you up, but then became necessary for sleep. The frog tasted the same in Vietnam as it did in Louisiana. Your thoughts roll back to the country side. You saw lives so different you could not even begin to figure out how to make a connection.
Was the trip lost?
You feel like the answer will come when you are in a more comfortable environment, where your knees don’t touch the stall door and you don’t clog the toilet the first time you use it.
It’s all a funny story in the end though.
Now you wait to show your roommate Vietnam then travel on. You’re a backpacker now, and most backpackers annoy you.
You remind yourself not to drop your smile.

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