Sorry I've been such a fucktard with the blog. I just haven't really had anything too terribly significant to report. We are leaving Saigon today for the white sandy beaches of southern Thailand. Unfortunately there will be no actual full moon parties to partake in (our schedule simply wouldn't allow it), but I'm sure that there is still plenty of party to engage in.
Mustache Friday is this friday. We all plan on wearing aviators, Lacoste (knockoffs hopefully), and shaving to just a mustache. There is a lot of consensus in the group that I need a mullet with lightning bolt on the side to compliment Mustache Friday. There is a large possibility that this will happen.
"When you're done, you can just shave the party off"
Our days and nights in this city have been interesting. The other day, we went to the Chou Chi tunnels (insert joke here) and sat around eating ice cream and firing automatic weapons. At night we found a little makeshift bar that served 2 liter pitchers of "drought" beer for 8,000 dong. That's roughly 50 cents. It did taste like a mixture of stale day old bud light mixed with metal and water. I was glad to move on to a bit more expensive liquid entertainment.
I can't say I won't miss Saigon. The city itself has a dark blood to it that really isn't very comparable. Flight leaves in 3 hours. This is the end.
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Given what us old folks know, it's utterly amazing (and wonderful) that you can go to Saigon as a tourist. Seemed incomprehensible just a few short years ago...
I suppose it's amazing. You realize very quickly being there that they really have little harbored animosity towards Americans. Even after everything we did to them... we still came in at the tail end of a war they had been fighting for centuries. And they were dirty fighters. From my experience, they actually really like Americans. A lot more than the French.
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