End of 50 Dinh Cong Trang

Six foreigners lived in a home in Ho Chi Minh City. Some knew eachother from home, others met for the first time in a hustle-bustle of a city that soon became home. After a few months of housing tumultuous and terrible roommates, Linda, Mat, Tiana and Euan welcomed Mike and I into their home and there we lived happily ever after. Or until last month when the lease expired.

But the last three remaining 50 Dinh Cong Trang-ers stuck together for an extra 3 weeks, first in an obnoxiously loud guesthouse in HCMC where the turning of a key in a motorbike ignition could easily be heard from the bathroom, later in an equally loud guesthouse but this time in Phnom Penh, and finally in a quirky guesthouse in Siem Reap where we lounged in hammocks and explored the Angkor ruins.

And now with Linda's departure we've all gone our separate ways, four rooms have split into four countries and we'll no doubt never all be together again. But, sobs aside, it was a great time that formed long lasting friendships and many a laugh.