Dear Kraft

That you for saving me on another series of over-priced and long taxi-bus-taxi-ferry-taxi rides. I was woken up at an ungodly hour, didn’t eat breakfast this morning (which we all know is a fatal error in my world) and I mostly didn’t know where I was, where to go or what to ask for. Now that I am on the second last leg of this trip and am certain of my destination, I finally have a chance to cool down and reflect. I’d like to take this opportunity to let you know that your compact pack of Oreos saved me. Much appreciated.

I’ll be sure to toast to your global dominance with a cocktail as soon as I find a home, and then bar on Phu Quoc Island.

Yours,
Jayne Tired-of-bus-trips Holness