Departure: Con Dao
The week passed in a desperate anticipation of vacations. I’ve been enthusiastically terrorizing GoogleMaps zooming in and out the precious dot of terrain against the background of deep blue ocean turn and turn about. At a reduced scale I saw open jaws of the Hollywood Alien, impudently teased by a midge at its very nostrils. Scroll of the mouse wheel used to turn it into 16 mountainous islands that ancient Ptolemy populated with ever-cheered-up Satyrs.