Where the mind is without fear and the head is held high;
Where knowledge is free;
Where the world has not been broken up
into fragments by narrow domestic walls;
Where words come out from the depth of truth;
Where tireless striving stretches its arms towards perfection;
Where the clear stream of reason
has not lost its way into the dreary desert sand of dead habit;
Where the mind is led forward by thee into ever-widening thought and action---
Into that heaven of freedom, let my country awake.

Suits and ties, dresses and tresses. The institutes, agencies, and acronyms that do not rhyme. Pho, tea, Old Quarters and Vietnamese coffee. I absolutely love the bikes. Dinner overlooks the West Lake at Sofitel; Bobby Chinn was not in. Cheekopeks and national interest. Late nights by the Cathedral, late nights in the room. Our bath robes. The Spanish channels. The friendships that are now formed. The support group that will stay. Nicknames and massages. Falling apart and leaving amicably. She’s so lucky, yea well, she’s a star. Counterparts that offer their scooters and roadside ice cream. So what happens in Hanoi, stays in Hanoi. The training programme comes to an end.