"Your face looks thinner!" Cat stares at me enviously as I'm stuffing my face with Hue noodles, french toast, eggs and pork buns during breakfast.
HCM's revenge is still ravaging my body. I have no problem keeping things down, it's keeping things in that's the problem.
"What problem?!!! It's perfect, you can eat whatever you want and you just poop it out! Where's the downside?!!!"
Sunday, December 29, 2013
Saturday, December 28, 2013
12/28 - Hanoi Day 3 - Ho Chi Minh's (DF) Revenge and Street Food
I woke this morning around 8am with another crazy dream, something to do with people that turned into snakes and dogs. Those malaria pills are doing a number on my brain.
Museum and shopping day were the orders of the day. We will be heading up to the Ho Chi Minh museum first to see the embalmed "dead fucker" (aka DF) as George so eloquently put it,
Museum and shopping day were the orders of the day. We will be heading up to the Ho Chi Minh museum first to see the embalmed "dead fucker" (aka DF) as George so eloquently put it,
Friday, December 27, 2013
12/27 - Hanoi - Got Dirt?
I blink and open my eyes blearily. The last vestiges of my dream swirl around in my addled brain.
I dreamt I was Liam Nieson. No shit. And I had a wife. I was telling Cat about my dream and she said "you dreamt you were a lesbian?!!". Noooo, I was Liem Nieson! I was an assassin, or a reformed one like he was in the movie Taken. There were people after me. I think they were at my house so I called the home phone to see if it rings because you see, if it rang that means they hadn't destroyed my house in a bomb blast or something. The phone rang and the answering machine picked up. I hung up before 30 seconds was up so they can't trace the call. I'm smart like that, because I'm Liem Nieson. The dream shifts. I'm at my aunt's house but the house used to belong to my friend Shannon Butler. Shannon shows up and lets herself in. I yell at her. You can't do that! It's not your house anymore! The dream continued but I don't remember now.
WTF?!!!
I dreamt I was Liam Nieson. No shit. And I had a wife. I was telling Cat about my dream and she said "you dreamt you were a lesbian?!!". Noooo, I was Liem Nieson! I was an assassin, or a reformed one like he was in the movie Taken. There were people after me. I think they were at my house so I called the home phone to see if it rings because you see, if it rang that means they hadn't destroyed my house in a bomb blast or something. The phone rang and the answering machine picked up. I hung up before 30 seconds was up so they can't trace the call. I'm smart like that, because I'm Liem Nieson. The dream shifts. I'm at my aunt's house but the house used to belong to my friend Shannon Butler. Shannon shows up and lets herself in. I yell at her. You can't do that! It's not your house anymore! The dream continued but I don't remember now.
WTF?!!!
Wednesday, December 25, 2013
12/25 - Siem Reap, Cambodia Day 2 was a pain in the crotch
Today was a pain in the crotch, literally. I think I broke it.
In one of my posts in Italy, I wrote about the fact that some plans "seemed like a good idea at the time". The best laid plans...well let's just say I wish my bed at the hotel was just a bit softer to cushion my tender under and back side.
Happy Merry Christmas!!!
12/24 - Siem Reap, Cambodia Day 1 and Asians that can't sing
Christmas eve found us getting ready to head to Cambodia via air. Bye bye HCM City, we'll be back!
Janice had the foresight to check us all in the night before and print out our boarding passes. Cat and I didn't have luggage to check so we waited with our printed boarding passes for the others to finish checking in. George mentioned that they changed his seat so Cat and I decided to double check our confirmed seating. We headed over to the Vietnam Air ticket desk (different than the boarding counter) to have a chat with the ladies there. They pointed us to the boarding counter where our compadres had just finished and a long line has since formed, indicating that we need to turn in our paper passes for actual boarding passes. UUUUGGHHHH!!!
Janice had the foresight to check us all in the night before and print out our boarding passes. Cat and I didn't have luggage to check so we waited with our printed boarding passes for the others to finish checking in. George mentioned that they changed his seat so Cat and I decided to double check our confirmed seating. We headed over to the Vietnam Air ticket desk (different than the boarding counter) to have a chat with the ladies there. They pointed us to the boarding counter where our compadres had just finished and a long line has since formed, indicating that we need to turn in our paper passes for actual boarding passes. UUUUGGHHHH!!!
12/22 - Ho Chi Minh City Days 1 and our 5.5 million duong Cyclo Ride
CONGEE!!! Nom, nom, nom...
Cat and I decided to try and head up to the restricted floors to get Janice and the rest of the gang. The only catch, the elevator requires swiping your keycard to get to your floor and ours is only good for the peon floors and wouldn't work for the executive floors. We decided to hitch a ride to the 18th floor and crossed our fingers. It stopped....on the 17th floor. Grrrr... We hopped off, pressed the elevator call button and waited with baited breath. The elevator came but it was empty. Shoot. We called and waited again. Still no go.
Cat and I decided to try and head up to the restricted floors to get Janice and the rest of the gang. The only catch, the elevator requires swiping your keycard to get to your floor and ours is only good for the peon floors and wouldn't work for the executive floors. We decided to hitch a ride to the 18th floor and crossed our fingers. It stopped....on the 17th floor. Grrrr... We hopped off, pressed the elevator call button and waited with baited breath. The elevator came but it was empty. Shoot. We called and waited again. Still no go.
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