There is a book I have been meaning to read for a long time. Originally it was chosen as the first book to read at a start up book club. Well this never took off and I have to admit I read a few pages and never finished it. I was intrigued by the writing and subject matter so it made it into my suitcase for this trip.
As I boarded the sleeper train in Ho Chi Minh City at 6 am knowing I wouldn’t be in Hanoi untill 15.45 the next day I found the perfect oportunity to read The bell Jar by Silvia Plath.
Within weeks of publishing the author took her own life. Reading this book gives an insight into an experience of depression from a first person perspective. For that reason it can be tough reading at times. I have to say it helps taking a break to look out over cloud covered mountains and rice fields.
If I could do the journey again I would break it up by stopping and staying overnight in several places along the way. However it might have meant never getting around to reading that book I had been meaning to read. It might have meant not finding that inner place of calm that comes with no Wi-Fi and access to the stresses of everyday life…