Vietnam

one week isnt nearly enough time. Crossing the road in Saigon is a zen art form im proud to say i mastered. Huge shock after well ordered tokyo.

after a trip to the mekong delta im now in a beach resort with a swedish couple who seemed keen to befriend me. i think i know why. we talk about travel, vietnam, food and the superiority of the aryan race. then they bicker. met some australians in the mee knog delta whose names may have been kath and kim, I havnt seen the g string hanging out the back of lowcut pants look for quite some time. their plans involved tracking down a cheap copy of niptuck season one on dvd when they got back to saigon.

for about 6 or 7 dollars american you can hire a guy and his motorbike for nearly the entire afternoon. took a great trip this way to some sand dunes, kids offered us slides down the dunes and pieces of mandarin, they taught me dirty words in vietnamese and i taught them nice ones in english. they were happy to play with us, take small bits of money and drink our drinks. it was one of the nicest things i think has ever happened to me. im embarrassed to say some of them had better english than my students in japan....the imperative of surviving on small tourist dollars is a teaching tool i never tried using but it obviously works.

tommorow me and my man bike are going to a fishing village a bit down the coast. should be nice, saw hardly any tourists there when we went past it today. After that its back to saigon for one more night, maybe go to the tunnels on monday then fly back to melbourne in time to watch gardening australia with mum.

and bulgarians are hilarious