

Ho Chi Minh City, Vietnam
Friday was a great day. It started with a trip to the police station to try and get the papers I need sorted, but the woman at the desk sounded quite angry from what I could tell without being able to understand a word, and again it wasn't resolved. The police needed the landlord of Vi's building to go and verify that she's happy to have me staying in the room. It had been arranged that one of the AIESECers, a girl called Ka Ly (said Cali, as in California) would...