We've just got a little more than a month before we leave on our trip. My mood swings wildly each day between extremely excited and happy about our upcoming adventure, to terrified and hysterical that we've commited ourselves to a journey that will surely lead to one of our deaths. Anyway.....at the moment I'm very optimistic as I've spent the last hour looking up beach resorts in Vietnam and Thailand. It really will be an adventure in the truest sense, and hopefully we'll enjoy ourselves. The scariest part is giving up creature comforts like sit-down toilets and the relaxed ability to trust that ice cubes won't give you Cholera. Frighteningly, up to this point, Mark and I have never even managed to go camping together (in spite of several planned then cancelled attempts). So far, roughing it for us has meant staying in a hotel that doesn't have an iron or blowdryer in the room. I really think the most important thing that either of us can bring on this trip is a sense of humor.