It’s been a long time since an update. I didn’t even finish telling you all about my Vietnam trip and the rest of what happened. There is also stuff going down with the housemate and all manner of other fun. This is a rather large post, so settle in, or just don’t read it, I don’t give a shit.
So Ho Chi Minh city. What a place. I took their hospitality, stamped it as my own, made myself a local and became a VIP, all in a week. I found a nice little bar that served generally ok Mojitos. I had been having a lot of people coming up to me saying “Boxer” and “Aussie” and I generally took this to mean they were admiring my general body sculpted frame. Nope. They were saying “You Boxing Kangaroo”. Haha, jokes on me, so I punched him. Nah I didn’t, but I did stop thinking I was awesome.
I went out to a nightclub with my mate and started drinking Jager & Red Bull. God only knows why, but it was tasty. We joked about buying a bottle and the bartender said that was cool, so we did! Once we shared that bottle with half the bar staff and customers around us, we bought another 2 bottles, apparently. I don’t really remember the end of this night. But I did wake up safely in my hotel, with my clothes on and all money and belongings.
Oh the hangover. Went down for breakfast and had a bacon omelette which was the bomb. Then I thought, maybe I should do a city tour. So I grabbed a random dude with a motorbike, negotiated a price, and set off. About halfway around the tour I relaxed and rested my leg against the hot exhaust, instantly burning a chunk of flesh. I don’t know whether my tour guide could smell the meat, or noticed me swearing like a banshee, but he calmly turned around and said to me “Be careful, hot”. Thanks champ. I wasn’t really scared cruising around willy-nilly on the back of the bike, not until we were the only bike heading the wrong way down a one-way street into on-coming traffic. I think old mate had forgotten about the overweight westerner on the back and nearly lost control in front a truck. Good times.
I decided like any man would that my burn needed to cool down, so I doused it in the beer I was carrying at the time. Relief! As it turns out, beer is no good for burn relief, what with the yeast and what not. I didn’t think it required any further treatment so it wasn’t until I got home and my sister, who’s a nurse saw it and made me go and get an antibiotic cream for it. See, it all works out in the end.
So after the city tour I was feeling like partying again, it was either the tour or the beer, who knows? I headed back out into the nightlife. Must have made an impression with all the shouting of drinks the night before, because every bar I went into I was ushered into a VIP spot. It was all going along swimmingly until I can’t remember. I woke up in the morning an hour out of the city in a dodgy hostel. Still had all my clothes, phone and wallet, but all my cash was gone. No one seemed to know where I had come from, and I felt like crap. I think my drink was spiked, but I don’t understand why, I still had both my kidneys too! I jumped on a scooter and got back to my hotel to recover for the whole day.
After a wasted day you think I would have learnt, but no. I just didn’t drink as much as before. Ok, I did, but I kept an eye on my glass the entire time. Basically, I spent the rest of the holiday doing short tours and visiting bars and meeting new people. Oh, I did manage to befriend a local and end up at their house for lunch and dinner a few times. The food there is fantastic, and I never got sick.
The last night before leaving for the airport though I did go out and manage to have a huge night. Partied until 3am got home and found a street vendor selling noodles, I think all in all I had about 3 hours sleep. Decided not to fight it, went to a bar and kept going until the airport. A funny thing you should know. Make sure you change your time keeping device to the transfer airport time. I nearly got left in Changi airport because I thought I had an hour up my sleeve. Nope. For the second time in 2 weeks my name was being paged at an international airport. I generally don’t sleep in public at all, but my drinking, and the fact it was a night flight home and everyone else was sleeping, I took the opportunity to get a few hours in. I think I only farted on the flight once, well done me.
So now I have been home and housemate has been trying to get someone to move into her room still. We have had no success. . . . Until I made my own ad, had someone come and look at it, wants to move in, and then housemate decides that no, she is not sure if this person should move in. WTF lady? I am just over it now. I don’t care if she stays or if she goes. She’s not doing uni anymore so technically could stay, but has decided against that too. Who knows. All her plants are dead now, even the basil I was watering because I used to steal some died while I was away, along with the pumpkin plant. I guess there is nothing here housemate wants to live for.
That’s it so far, me in a nutshell at the moment. Love live is confusing so I am not going there at the moment, too hard basket to talk about. If I have missed something you want details on, write a comment and I will get back to you.
Live free die cheap!