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My flight home was packed. There might have been one empty seat on the very long flight. I was seated at the window (mistake) with a elderly Asian couple in the seats next to me who did not get up once the entire flight. Yeah, it sucked. But it was also wonderful.
Somewhere after Tokyo, I was exposed to Covid, coming down with a case 4 days later. Lauren did not so I assume exposure happened somewhere after Tokyo. Sorry Susan.
I cleared customs in Houston.
The Customs and Border Patrol Agent asked: “What were you doing in Vietnam?”
“Riding motorcycles on the Ho Chi Minh Trail with my adult daughter … you know … the usual.”
He paused and stared at my weathered face for a long moment and waved me through.