HOC – Mỹ Hà 5

But we made it out to the Highlands. I still remember it was a sunny mid-day when we set foot at Buon Ma Thuot Airport. There were only a few hundred Dong’s left in my pocket – even the airfares were from bought on loan from a generous friend. But all I could feel was a relief off my chest, and the first thought running through my mind was that “I am alive; three of us can live now”.