We’re right in the middle of it; the kids are in Hanoi with Keith and Trang while I’m down in Thanh Hoa. We are all edging into the red zone. Hold on tight.
It’s images like this, with symbols and markings that I can only partially decipher, that worry me. We’re not too far outside the pink on the far left. So far, no luck on finding much more about the path this one is taking, but the planned trip to Ha Long Bay (which is in the pink zone) for Saturday may have to be postponed.