Good morning Vietnam

I spent the night in the Hanoi airport. After I had some food, I found a row of three seats and staked out my claim.  Using my fleece jacket and my flight pillow, I curled up and did my best to sleep, despite the kids running up and down, people talking and public service announcements.

I must have fallen asleep because when I woke up to go to the bathroom at 2 am, I was the only person as far as my eyes could see.  The airport was asleep, and I felt like its only occupant.  I was like Tom Hanks in the movie Terminal.

At one point in my sleep, I found myself laughing out loud at something that had happened in my sleep.  I am glad that I was alone.  That might have been embarrassing. 

It is now 6:30 am local time and I am one of about ten people waiting at the gate.  Perhaps this means that the flight will be light?  Or maybe it means that there will be a rush of several hundred people in the next 60 minutes.

Next stop: Tokyo.