...day 4 continued

Well, I'm currently failing at sleeping so I thought I'd return to you and more fully describe the bus (since I've made quite a study of it). The seats are bunkbed style though it appears some people couldn't afford a seat at all and are sleeping on mats on the ground (at my feet in fact...I'll have to be careful getting up in the morning). When you board the bus, you check your bag below and then take off your shoes before getting on. This is the point in the story where twenty pairs of eyes suddenly shifted, alerted to my presence. An usher of sorts guided me to my seat, in perfect view of the TV showing Vietnamese comedy. The show fascinated me because I feel like voice inflection is so important in Western comedy, but tone is such a big part of simple pronunciation of a word in Vietnamese that I can't figure out how inflection plays into it (if at all). But I have little time to contemplate it since, as we start moving, the TV and lights go out, leaving me with only soothing little blue lights on the ceiling and traditional Vietnamese music playing quietly in the background. Hopefully this lovely blue glow and the soft yipping of the puppy I only just discovered is on the bus will lull me to sleep at last.