As a tourist ship from Bangkok was the last thing I wanted if indeed there had been one, I had flown from Saigon to Bangkok and then taken the train down to a small distant town on that narrow part of the country that is between Thailand, Burma and Malaya. I went to a place on the eastern coast that had a practically deserted hotel where I took a wooden hut on stilts for a week and drank whatever was bothering me out of my system.
I then made my way back to our office in Washington, stopping off here and there but not hurrying. Just slowly winding down. When about three weeks after leaving Saigon I reported into our office I was bright eyed and bushy tailed and feeling in fine form. I had an agreeable meeting with the powers that be and then flew down to the Bahamas via Miami.
The greetings at home went off perfectly and I settled in for a long leave.
I took Kim for long walks on the beaches. Dogs are the most loyal of friends and never cause one any stress. It was a most relaxing time. I thought for a moment about buying some property as an investment and went off to Abaco. I spent the night in a small settlement of former United Empire Loyalists. These were people who had left America after their war of independence because they wished to remain under the crown. Some went to Canada and others to the Bahamas. Most strange people. The women wore long dresses down to their ankles. No makeup. No alcohol in the settlement nor any coloured people after dark. They were very inbred. I had much preferred the locals when I had been on the out islands. They were great fun. The land proposed didn't interest me nor did the future neighbours so nothing came of the visit.