Orienteering

So, I’m here! The Doha stopover got fairly grim - midnight - 8am is a bad time for a stopover since sleep is so impossible in an airport. The flight on from there was okay though; I couldn’t sleep very well but I got some, and the attendants in their terrifying regulation lipstick (Qatar Airways red to match their uniforms) woke me for lunch. Picking up my visa was somewhat stressful - they call out in Vietnamese so you just have to listen for your name amidst foreign syllables, and everyone’s in army duds because Socialist Republic. But now I have a three-month multiple-entry visa in my passport, huzzah!

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