Mission log: Temperature...high, manners...absent, teeth...presumed missing.
Each day temperatures reach 37°C and even more in Thiimy's jean shorts, but so far no burnt scalps or sore bits...only...clammy...balls.
The days see us dodge through the gaunlet of scammers. You have to wise up fast or learn the hard way, as we did. We were rinsed on 3 seperate occasions by the government, rickshaw drivers and the ATM.
We found sanctuary on an evening in our favourite bar and an exceptional curry house (Baba's). Our meager portions during the day left us hungry for stoge later on.
The welcome continuation of shower shits (shwitz) at the hotel is the only way to mask the smell of smoke in the room and the sound of gobbing in the corridor.
Us being out in the jungle but also America's playground, excursions had to be taken. We visited and crawled the CuChi Vietcong tunnels which had no consideration for wheelchair access and took a trip down the Mekong River...thankfully a restaurant and gift hut were only ever 10 feet away at all times?
The zoo was filled with animals, as expected, but we seemed to be the main attraction. Parents made sure their children got a glimpse, some even had to touch us to believe our awesomeness. This visit was a little distressing however. Some of the animals were in tiny cages and looked a little emaciated. People were freely throwing rubbish into the enclosures and fisting the glass of small scared animals and I'm pretty sure you could select which animal to eat in the canteen.
The term 'opportunists' no longer means prostitute to us, as every taxi driver also offers a massage and marijuana, they take the title. Happy ending unconfirmed.
We've only just passed the border to Cambodia and everyone seems pissed with us. This should be fun.
N.b. Being a clear foot taller than everyone is incredibly handy in crowded areas.
Each day temperatures reach 37°C and even more in Thiimy's jean shorts, but so far no burnt scalps or sore bits...only...clammy...balls.
The days see us dodge through the gaunlet of scammers. You have to wise up fast or learn the hard way, as we did. We were rinsed on 3 seperate occasions by the government, rickshaw drivers and the ATM.
We found sanctuary on an evening in our favourite bar and an exceptional curry house (Baba's). Our meager portions during the day left us hungry for stoge later on.
The welcome continuation of shower shits (shwitz) at the hotel is the only way to mask the smell of smoke in the room and the sound of gobbing in the corridor.
Us being out in the jungle but also America's playground, excursions had to be taken. We visited and crawled the CuChi Vietcong tunnels which had no consideration for wheelchair access and took a trip down the Mekong River...thankfully a restaurant and gift hut were only ever 10 feet away at all times?
The term 'opportunists' no longer means prostitute to us, as every taxi driver also offers a massage and marijuana, they take the title. Happy ending unconfirmed.
We've only just passed the border to Cambodia and everyone seems pissed with us. This should be fun.
N.b. Being a clear foot taller than everyone is incredibly handy in crowded areas.