Die ah Diarrhea
It is sad to leave one’s home but who’s to say that this world is not my home eh… Well home is where the heart is and I want to say that my heart is heaven…sigh…

Well its been the second day of teaching and I have fears… for the past year in Vietnam, I’ve been totally working in a circus where the acrobats double up as the lion tamers and the clean up crew… and a clown for a ring master (ringmasters are the ones who own the circus yes???) …and now Im in a proper school with structure and a proper setup… and my job… lion tamer…

And now that im here it’s a refreshing change, my bosses have invited me to stay with them till I find a place of my own and are even having me at the dinner table… and that’s really nice of them…

Well speaking about dinner, Vietnam has given me a wonderfully unforgettable parting present… I got food poisoning from my final meal on Thursday night (note that Thursday was the night of my final meal…everything between Thursday and Monday went down the toilet whether through the front or back entrance) but hey that’s ‘Detox’ isn’t it?