Your darling Jakey, updating the proceedings today for you from a very local flavor coffee shop in some very tucked away, very windy town.

Somewhere in Vietnam.  

It’s not a tourist spot, that’s for very definitely sure.  A vaguely bearded guru-face rode along so many endless miles of seemingly abandoned (and shockingly beautiful) coastal road, fate seemed committed to run me out of fuel completely and permanently.  No vaguest semblance of a gas station in sight for hours.  Jake would end up stuck on that vast, rock strewn, mountain dotted, perfectly clear blue ocean bordering coast forever.  It’s surreal, the countless miles of intricate boardwalk and ornate old fashion street lamps and not a soul in sight anywhere.  No people, no buildings, nothing but French seaside style fancy boardwalk flanking the perfectly paved road.  It’s part picturesque dream, part close to some kind of zombie post-apocalyptic nightmare.  Depends on which way your below-empty-fuel-gauge contemplating mind likes to wander.  Maybe I’ll start herding goats when the gas runs out.  There are lots of goats around.  

A strange experience.  And yet somehow all that eventually passed.  Fuel options appear, a bridge, a town.  A kite beach, too.

Dummy goes for a ride.

People stare.  

Maybe never seen a white man face up close and in person.   The hotel is quite fancy, and yet the price is quite $13.  The coffee is super strong.  The free tea that always comes with coffee has a strange fish aftertaste.  They love fish with everything, around these parts.  But in the tea, really you guys?  

I came for the fabled wind here, and that part at least has proven true.  It’s shockingly windy.  Everywhere.  It’s windy right now, in the coffee shop.  How do you live in town where it’s blowing this hard, all the time?  

Just for a moment, all of this.  Soon it’ll be time to venture to Myanmar, see the progress of business things there.

But you might not have come here for idle musings of some dubious vagrant who happens not to wear glasses.  You’d probably prefer some actual 20/20 gains updates.  So let’s look at Christina’s progress report, all on point and on topic and productive:

Graphs!

That’s solid progress.  And some high myopia to start with.  

You can tell that Christina isn’t going to be a high myope for life.  Once you understand diopters and centimeters, once you measured and analyzed, once you quit wearing full minus for close-up, there’s no going back to being a good blind sheep.

You know I used to be a -5 diopter myope.  

I used to sit at my desk job, pay my mortgage, get my the-world-is-a-scary-place news from TV.  I’d have bouts of this incredibly debilitating neck pain that’d make me have to lie on the floor for hours and it would still be agony.  Days of this stuff, out of the blue, recurring nightmare.  Before I figured out things like sugar and gluten and a bunch of meat somehow messing up my body.

Before you turned into a damn hippie, Jake, you say.  

I’m not going to get all weird and tell you to quit your job and go vegan and traipse around the planet barefoot, only you and your hand painted folding guitar.

All I’m saying is, I’m not here to sell you some ebook and magic eyesight vitamins.  I’m saying maybe I take things a bit far with extreme sports and roaming places, and you can pick and choose which parts to use to motivate you.  I’m saying, open your eyes, get rid of that myopia, see what happens next.  

Cheers,

-Jake