Saigon is everything I could have hoped for, and more. The city itself is an amazing piece of clockwork chaos. The driving philosophy is that, if you have a horn, you don't need a traffic light.
I've been here in Mui Nei, a gorgeous little town on the southern coast of Vietnam. The four hour car ride through impoverished villages along the highway forced me to keep "The End" on a constant loop on my iPod as I scoped the scenery. Upon arrival we immediately scoped out our bungalow beach community. It was safe to surf.
That night, I probably saw the most amazing shooting star I've ever seen. We were talking to these Norwegian chicks on the beach--of which, I came up with the best pickup line ever ("so, did your country bomb the shit out of this country too?")-- and this thing, as bright as a flare shot down almost reaching the horizon.
On the motorbike ride hope (ridding on the back of a vespa) I successfully bartered a $10 ganja purchase. Is that illegal enough for you? We spent yesterday lazily lounging, quite stoned, along the beautiful Mui Nei beach. Life is hard.
The sunsets on this beach are dreamlike. More than anything I've experienced. It feels like I've walked into some postcard while watching them, and can't believe how truly breathtaking they are.
Oh, also, I think I had the best beer I've ever had in my entire life yesterday. And it was a Fosters. Amazing?
We stopped off at this knockoff mexican place called (I shit you not) Montezuma's. We ate chips and salsa (which was incredibly shitty... but, it's mexican in vietnam), and K-Smooth and myself ordered Fosters draught. It was the coldest, most delicious thing I've ever tasted.
SE Asian internet is incredibly slow, and resizing the pictures is a bitch, so I try to only upload the very best ones.
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K-Smooth related to J-Fed?
I bet your pickup line would work well in Iraq as well. I hear its nice there this time of year.
Screech VO: "I've seen horrors... horrors that you've seen. But you have no right to call me a murderer. You have a right to kill me. You have a right to do that... but you have no right to judge me. It's impossible for words to describe what is necessary to those who do not know what horror means. Horror. Horror has a face... and you must make a friend of horror. Horror and moral terror are your friends..."
Damn Alan... sorry. I think I am so deeply jealous of your situation some of my bitterness seeps through into my smartass comments. I re-read that last one.... ugh... Sorry. Have fun and don't think about AN or Saved by the Bell. The Horror. The Horror.
New information ... she kidnapped herself, man ... and there you sit stinking like a toad, on the way to your brothers room and then you ... walked on down the hall ... the west is the best, but you can no longer sleep all night in the soul kitchen, Katrina took it out. The girls miss you.
I actually had a White Russian in Nam. And it was delicious.
Sorry my posts are so disjointed and shitty. I'm usually given a window of about 10-15 minutes in which I'm either still drunk, or recovering from a massive hangover.
Last night was no exception. We met back up with Charlie who flew in from Nepal.
He held the Jim Bean in his hand as we debated finishing the final half of the bottle. His only comment... "Do we want this to be a good night, or a great night?"
It's good to have him back on our trip. He also let me have "Slaughterhouse 5", since he just finished reading it.
Nothing too noteworthy transpired in Saigon last night. Joe got too drunk to stand at dinner. Mike got a beer thrown in his face. And me and Charlie met this American dude who was drunk and bought our omelets and beer at 3am.
Oh, K-Smooth is Kahlua's other nickname. Though, he no longer goes by it. He always points out to me that he dropped the K when Diddy dropped the P. So, it's just Smooth.
J-sweet.
all. the. way. home.
Love the posts, don't go to jail.
Amy, keep swingin'. Joe expressed my sentiments exactly.
Dude, we need news of travel and adventure (and to know you're still out of jail)!
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