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Generally, if reading this makes you not want to hire me, I'm sorry to say that it's probably not a great fit anyways. The flight from Phnom Pehn to Saigon was one of my greatest in-flight sleeping feats yet, if I do say so myself.
I fell asleep on one runway and awoke on another. Not too shabby. Upon arriving in Vietnam, I must say that I felt a bit like a yo-yo at the end of its string, slowly running out of rotational speed, coming to a still hang without even the potential to curl back up. This is a long trip, nearing on six months since I left home. Never in my life have I had a period of half a year so packed with new experiences, new places, new people, so unrelentingly experience-full.
I cannot complain whatsoever, this has been an adventure that I have enjoyed beyond measure. Still, it has stretched me to near breaking more than once, and several times past the point where I have any spin left to offer, with the only option to lay still, rest, and wind myself back up. Slow is smooth, smooth is fast.
This is somewhat the approach I took in Saigon. I had four nights booked in the same city, a single-bed streak longer than any I've had since leaving Belgrade. I took no nights past midnight and slept in when I could. I ate well and drank plenty of water. I walked and did a couple workouts, something I've been neglecting for the most part of this chapter. It's paid off, I am feeling pretty good now, hopefully with momentum to keep being healthy through my final chapter.
