Back "home", inasmuch as Singapore is home, which it doesn't quite feel like yet. Our seats on the flight back from Ho Chi Minh City were double-booked, so we got bumped up to bidness class. Very nice. Except that my salad fork wasn't chilled. It's so hard to get good help these days.

We're very much looking forward to all the "comforts" of "home" -- I think we're going to go hit Borders books first, and maybe a Starbucks for Marjorie. And for some reason we're craving Subway. I know none of that sounds very Asian, but we need to recharge our batteries after three weeks in (decidedly non-Western) Vietnam. (The only Western business we saw the whole time was a single Kentucky Fried Chicken in HCMC.)