Ho Chi Minh City-Kicking Myself

Yesterday, I awoke early as usual. I didn't have much to do today-no tours planned. After breakfast I took a long walk to a walking street somewhat far from the hostel. Along the way, I stopped at the travel agency where I booked the tunnels tour through to see if they found my phone. The weather, while not as hot or humid as other parts of Vietnam, was still humid. I sat, looked at a bookstore. i walked around, eating and drinking various foods. I had a delicious Macha Tea Latte with a muffin, which, (a) Was expensive, (b) was from Mcdonalds.

I ruminated about losing my phone, how I couldn't find a part to my electric toothbrush (I don't know if it fell somewhere or somewhat took it-I don't know why. The base is still there). I also wonder how I am viewed here in hostels in Southeast Asia. Most are in their early 20's here, and I am out of my league. I must look like the creepy middle-aged guy. I was feeling bad about myself.

After a while, I walked back to the hostel. I stopped by the tour office-my phone wasn't found. I went back to the hostel to take a nap (I didn't get much sleep the night before), and read. After a while, I got up and sat in the common area-and had my free beer. Then I played a little Jenga (With the blocks making sure they don't fall-I think that's Jenga), with them. i then walked around and found a place on the street for dinner..