In my hotel room laid a book, which contained the thoughts of Confucius. Within the many pages of this document, there existed a particular quote that has stayed with me since the moment I first stumbled across it, thus;
As my aircraft descending towards the terra firma of sunny Siam, and irrespective of the trials and tribulations experienced during the brief first chapter of my travels, Doc Holliday had nevertheless been proved right.
Not since leaving the army had I felt such exhilaration – an utter renaissance was flooding throughout both body and mind – at 64 years of age, I was a newborn – life was the drug that mattered – and I sensed that I was to become a habitual dependant on the joys that it had to offer.
Soon I was to be in Vietnam – and my forthcoming 13-day voyage up the Mekong Delta would shortly provide a stimulus of no equal – with my prescribed medication remaining untouched – as it continues to do so at the time of writing.