WEDNESDAY 24TH DECEMBER
Today is Christmas eve believe it or not. At 28C it seems like the height of English summer. Today we've decided to go walkabout to see what the city's really all about. We managed to walk about 6 miles in a massive great circle. We were mainly looking for somewhere to have a proper Christmas dinner, after working the last three it would be nice. We didn't succeed which was a right bitch as I was gagging for some turkey and roast tates. We did get a bit more tat for the collection and we also stumbled across ( I say stumble, you could hardly miss it.) a 40ft high by 80ft wide snow scene in the centre of the city. And guess who was there with their bastarding camera. Correct. Mr. and Mrs. Rich Jap. Went out for dinner at around 8p.m, just about the time Viet Nam played Thailand in the first leg of the final of the ASEAN Football Championship. We didn't think much of it whilst the game was on (I automatically had one eye on it.), we just sat and ate. After a couple more drinks we walked towards the centre of town where it was complete and utter mayhem! Viet Nam had won and the city was going wild. There were about 10 000 people on their scooters, up to 4 at a time, honking their horns and going crazy waving flags and chanting and screaming. We were stood watching for about 40 mins with no let up in the celebrations. Louise then went back to the room and got the camcorder, and returned 20 mins later and they were still at it. Imagine what it was like when Spain won the 2008 Euro's and you'd still be miles out. They hadn't even won it yet there was a second leg to be payed on the 28th. What a wierd night.
THURSDAY 25TH DECEMBER (CHRISTMAS DAY)
Christmas Day and Santa bought me fuck all, except for the guitar I'd already bought in Viet Nam. I lost track of most days leading up to today as I didn't have any miniature chocolates to eat. We went out for one last try to get a proper dinner, but it was to no avail. This was mainly due to the fact that we stopped to try another new beer at a street vendor and it proceeded to piss down with rain for the next two hours. So there we were in the South Viet Nam heat, sweating like a couple of bush pigs under a tarpauline, that you could fit about six people under, getting our ear chewed by a thoroughly boring and rich Canadian, trying to shelter from a torrent of rain. Merry bloody Christmas! After the rain eased we walked around town and had a few more drinks and still no turkey dinner. I sent a few texts home to people, but only half of them replied, the tight bastards, it costs me 49p a go. We made it back to the street we were on, when in decided to piss it down for the rest of the night. We'd seen rain for 10 mins in our entire 8 weeks away and then it pisses down on Christmas day. We did eventually have a Christmas meal of sorts. Mine consisted of rice ( a-fuckin-gain) and prawns, and Louise had chicken and vegtables and rice. We ate in the company of a Spaniard named Javier and a Polish girl named Zuzia, both of them had been teachers in China.
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