Vietnam - Walking

Mark did some research and found some bars in another district that are meant to be good so we took a stroll across town. It turns out that the bars are nice but they're empty and expensive, nearly English prices! So we hot footed it back to the land of sub £1 beers double time.

On the way back we found some bars with people in, but it turns out that they're all prostitutes and we are in that district again. Saigon is split into districts and we're told that one is best for tourists, another best for living and another best for crime. Tim wants to know which is best for monkey knife fights but apparently there isn't a district for that.

He's got money to burn

We walked past someone having a little fire in the street, on closer inspection he was burning money. We asked him why and didn't quite understand him, but it was something about the afterlife. Stupid Vietnamese, he's still alive!

It's extra humid tonight and still 28c at midnight. After a lot of walking it's time to cool off with some cold beers.

We're jammin'

After several beers and cocktails which included drinking vodbulls from jam jars we met a guy from England. We investigated further and he was also from Birmingham, where abouts? Kings Norton. Really? Which road? Burford Park. You're shitting me. He basically grew up in the road next to where we did. Small world!

We spent the rest of the night with Robin, our new Brummy mate and rolled in about 3am.

The next morning we woke up to find that it was actually well into the afternoon, we'd just missed breakfast by half a day.

As a hangover cure we decided that a KFC was in order, so Google Maps was in order. So we found out that no wonder the murderous Americans had trouble getting lost, Google Maps is wrong, maybe we should have tried Apple maps instead but we'd have probably have ended up in Cambodia.

After a long long walk and asking many people we finally found the hallowed ground of KFC, which was good as Tim was ready to kill someone as he hadn't had his regular food intake. Vietnamese KFC appears to use smaller chickens than the rest of the world and are also scared of giving you more than 3 chips each. Still we were good and didn't complain like the good brits we are.

Fed and watered we walked to the war remnants museum. This has entire sections dedicated to what bastards the Americans are and how they are war criminals. Next time I see an American I'm going to spit in his face!

After playing with the rocket launcher and mini gun we took a long walk back to the hotel as dusk dropped, very nearly getting run over several times.

We are local celebrities though as people stop to have their photos with us. We think it's because we're tall but it might be because it's because we're so good looking :)

After all the walking we decided to have a massage, not that sort of massage, we weren't in the prossy district! It lasted an hour and involved them walking on our backs cracking vertibre with their toes.

A quiet night followed involving more walking, this time to the night market where there are hundreds of stalls all selling the same crap. Tim was very disappointed that there wasn't a donut stall like the markets back home.

We've only been here 3 nights and the street peddlers know us by name now. I think by the time we go home we'll have put their kids through college.