Back in Bangkok. There isn't much in the way of high speed wi-fi between Hanoi and Saigon and we moved at such a blistering pace that I didn't get a chance to hop on the intraweb and stab away at the keyboard for all y'all. So everybody relax, we're all safe and alive and out of lame communsim with minds and spirits intact.
Morgan switched his flight on account of the strange situation at the Bangkok airport. He flew home from Saigon and made it safely with the tapes. The footage is safely back in America. Everybody breathe. All things accounted for, he was probably lugging about $50,000 worth of investment in that tinny little briefcase. Morgan's going to start casting around for grants, which we shouldn't have any problem getting at this point. We made it through the most difficult and often crippling stages of production without any institutional help whatever and now people with their hands on the big money will finally understand that this thing is getting made whether they believe in it or not. And some of them will believe.
Vietnam was a rugged and beautiful country. We took an overnight train from Hanoi to Da Nang and then hooked up with a driver who took us the rest of the way down the coast and inland to Saigon. We made it from the top to the bottom of Vietnam in about 10 days time. Lots of long van rides over bomb crater roads. We pushed up into the central highlands and saw waterfalls coming from fog in the sky and distant valleys laid with shag carpet growth that was new shades of green.
We sat down with a formet Viet Cong soldier and he said there is no room for hate in the heart.
The wi-fi at the A-One Inn isn't working too good right now and they're going to have to sort that out before I can get some pictures up.
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