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I was only going down the street to purchase a “man-bag”.
Two polo shirts, two T-shirts, two tailored shirts, a suit and half a bottle of sauvignon blanc later, I will also have to purchase a suitcase and an extra ten kilograms of airline baggage. I still have to buy shoes and get some gifts for the folks.
Twice I took my keycard to the front desk of the hotel for safe keeping and twice have I taken my keycard from the front desk.
I now own a man bag. Its a proud day.
My backpack was already filled to the brim with the clothes I brought with me. I always overpack and underprepare when I travel.
To be sure, I needed four polo shirts to play golf last week at Phan Thiet. I did not need jeans, a hoody and a jumper. I have utilised the laptop every day and averted a disastrous booking at the Cu Dai Beach Hotel (the Overlook of Hoi An) thanks to the amazing Interweb. I listen to Charles Mingus and Biber on the balcony by the pool, adjacent to my room, and email the folks and funksters back in Oz, subject to the censors (thank God for communism and One Party States).
Homeless at the Cu Dai Hotel (no beach), halfway between the beaches and Old Town, I’m well-situated to sun in the morning and shop in the afternoon, armed with my keycard and my man-bag, powered by bicycle, coffee and condensed milk.
Just as soon as the rain stops.
