being the only one who needed to leave on tuesday, so i could be back at work on wed, i left ba ria vung tau. alone. in a car with a driver who spoke no english. yes no english.
i was tired, and sleepy. and with katie perry playing on my phone, i left my fate to the driver. i had to have faith that he would take me to the airport, to get me home. not recognising any key landmarks and completely illiterate in a country where none of the road signs are in English, i had to guess that i had arrived in Ho Chi Minh City after a 2 hour drive, and that the little roads that the car was taking me through would eventually lead me to the airport.
more than once during that 2 hours, my faith was quite shaken- in the thunderstorm, heavy traffic, and unfamiliar views of rows of tractors by the road- it felt as if i was farther than ever from the airport. it didn't help that i had katie perry's LOST on repeat! but i kept my faith, and the stellar driver got me there, in one piece. i kept quiet, and let him drive.
when we pulled into the terminal, he heaved a sigh of relief. my eyebrows lurched upwards. perhaps he too thought he would not have been able to get me to the airport in time for my plane.
i'm glad i didn't lose my faith in him. If i had, just maybe, he would have lost faith in himself, and i wouldn't have made it back home at all.Labels: travel bug, Vung Tau
