It has been exactly 4 weeks right to this very moment since I arrived in Vietnam, had dinner and threw myself into my bed crashing like a baby. I still remember that was the first time ever I did such things as I always unpack first despite how tired I am.

4 weeks, I still have not got used to being here. The people are different, the ways we deal with things are different and my life is different. Though I guess things really start this way, at the end of my comfort zone back in the UK. No matter how hard life could have got if I'd managed to stay in the UK looking for a job, at least I still speak the language. I'm an alien here to say the least but I will make it through.