I should have known it was a bad omen when I arrived at the bus ter­minal in Da Nang, Viet­nam, about 10 minutes after the bus was sup­posed to leave and there were about 2 people, 20 sacks of rice, 20 pairs of chicken, all on the road bundled together in twos, and a couple pigs just stand­ing around wait­ing for some­thing to hap­pen. First I thought that the bus had left already and I tried ask­ing the viet­namese guy if I was too late for the 7 o’clock bus. Con­tinue read­ing →