Dear Readers,
I am going to apologize now that I am not drunk while writing this blog (I know, I’m sorry). We’re breaking tradition so our bodies can get a rest. So we left off in Ho Chi Menh City on our first night there. The next day we set off to buy bus tickets and make our way to the war museum. I must first explain the proper technique to cross a street in Vietnam. First of all you must not make any quick or sudden movements. The streets are riddled with scooters and motorbikes instead of cars. So you must slowly step forward to the first lane. If the lanes are not clearly marked just roughly take a few steps forward. Stay very still as the scooters fly by you. When there’s a break in the pack take a few more steps forward or to the next lane. Repeat this process until you are safely across. The only other way is to simple close your eyes and run through traffic, praying you make it through alive. I wish I was joking. On the way we noticed a few flaws in Vietnamese business strategy. I am no business expert by any means but I do believe a few changes could help them go a long way. We passed by at least five sport equipment stores that all sold the same stuff, all had the same size store, all had the same layout. Spice it up a bit! Change the layout! Maybe even change your fucking prices! Jesus, they’re not even trying! Why do I want to purchase products from the stores in the middle of the street when I can walk to the ones on either corner for the same price, same products, same everything! I could keep going but I shall digress (I always wanted to say that lol).
The war museum was quite the experience for all of us. There were a lot of vivid photos and disturbing stories from the war. We also learned that the US also had help from Australia, New Zealand, Thailand, and the Phillipines. Most of the time we got a lot of evil stares from the local people who probably assumed we were Americans. We even had our waitress later on grab the pamphlet we had from the museum and point to some of the pictures and tell us that we did that! “No, no, no, we’re Canadian! We didn’t join in the Vietnam War!” “Oh, oooo...kkkk......” Then slowly walked away giving us the shifty eyes. I want a t-shirt that says “I am Canadian! NOT AMERICAN!” I guess I have to get used to it though.
Later that evening me and Hugh passed out while watching Australia take it to India in cricket. Steve and Jono took off to eat and met another backpacker, Karen, from the Isle of Mann. They came back to get us and we went off for some drinks. We had a few drinks and discussed crazy stories from our travels. Solid night.
- Kev ‘I hate my mustache’ Davies
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