Wide awake at 3 a.m.
Gotta love that jetlag! Things are pretty quiet outside, save for the chirping of the crickets and frogs. The buses have stopped, the students have gone to bed (although some were spotted at 2 a.m. emerging from the Pottery Jungle area with flashlights and glow sticks), and only the occasional taxi bringing professors back from Changi Airport break the spell. 81 degrees out. I sip my Vietnamese coffee and lurk at the computer.
Can you get Vietnamese coffee in the U.S.? I guess I’ll make it my business to go to Little Saigon and try, next time I’m in the neighborhood.