Durians, goodbyes, stolen phones, ass injections, chicken shit, and stupid Russians
14.11.2012 - 25.11.2012 32 °C
And now....the end is near....and so I face...LEAVING ASIA.
Okay this blog will be difficult to write for two reasons. One; I had to leave people I loved, and two; I had my phone robbed, and in it, I had a log of my day to day activites so that I wouldn't forget when it came to blog-writing time. SHIT.
My last few days in Nha Trang were pretty busy seeing people and doing all those last minute things! I had a couple of crazy nights out, but of course the best and most spectacular one was the last one Everyone was there...Chloe and her friend Louise who I had met a couple of nights earlier, Tri, Bi, the Wave girls..and later Babyduck and The. It really was great. Bi and I shared what I can only describe as a vase of rum and coke (pics on fb :-P ) and there was lots of Gangnam style dancing going on and everyone had a fantastic night.
The next morning I woke up remembering our plans for a BBQ when the stench of Durian hit me and the frog and chicken I had bought the previous day from the market had leaked stinky juices in my fridge...hungover, we managed to get everyone together by 11am for the beach BBQ. At first things looked bleak with only me Babyduck and The accounted for. But we were soon joined by Tri, Louise and...really sorry cant remember her name, Dutch girl will have to do, and much to my delight even Bi showed up after saying he couldnt make it. He was also followed by An so we had a right crew down there! Was a nice relaxing day and later I went back to my room for a rest and to wrap up some prezzies I got for the guys when I came to say goodbye...
That night, a few of us met up again for dinner at Ciao Vetnam - me, Babyduck, Tri, Bi and Thao. Afterwards we had icecream then went upstairs in Oasis to see The and for me to take some 'last night' pictures and shed some goodbye tears. I brought my manx flag which was quickly snatched by The who wore it as a cape. Why is everyone out to steal my flag! I gave them each a little something but as Tri and I decided to get the night bus the following day I would be able to see them one last time in the morning.
I had breakfast in Salut with Chloe, Vi, Bi, Tri, The and Babyduck...and then...Nha Trang began to cry.
It was completely shitting down and was quickly flooded. It had been beautiful for weeks and they day I leave, its miserable...it really brought the mood even lower. Me Babyduck and Tri went to East Rock to watch a movie and have a cuppa - we watched George of the Jungle which the pair of them found absolutely hysterical! I was more entertained by their reactions the silly buggers
I then trundled over to an internet cafe to put my piccs on facey-b then dragged all my stuff to Oasis to wait for the bus. I had 1 last hour with everyone. I was honestly fighting tears pretty much the entire time. I couldnt even speak and it made things a little awkward. Nobody wanted to talk so we mostly sat in silence. I almost lot it when I was sandwiched between Bi and Babyduck and had to walk off and take a shot to take the edge off. No sooner had I done it, the bus was there, in about 2 ft of water, waiting for me and Tri. I grabbed Bi and Babyduck in a death grip, fought back the tears, told them how much I loved them, and ran out to the bus.
The was carrying my bag and blatantly laughing in my tear-stained face at the fact that I was being such a woman! The. Always brings a smile to my face. Not quite as big a smile as his cheesy grin but I can never be unhappy when he's around. He is literally the happiest person I know. Even when you talk to him on the phone, you can hear his smile. Love you always my friend x
It was painful as shit saying goodbye to Babyduck (Thanh), it really felt like I was leaving my child. Babyduck is 24 with the face of a 16 year old and the mind of a 12 year old...she is so playful (nyi nhanh!) and adorable like a little girl really. She's the most innocent person I know. I mean, who could possibly mistake a graphic picture of a penis as being a condom or a candle? Thanh. So wonderful. I'll always be your motherduck love you lots and lots x
And now onto Bi...I was dreading this goodbye as well. Me and Bi have grown so close during my time in Nha Trang. Not only is his English amazing, his sense of humour is unbelievable and so well matched to mine so I do feel like he was like my best friend. He is a mean Gangnam dancer and so handsome (dep trai!) and has a real sensitive heart underneath all the manliness. I will be jealous of anyone who gets to hang around with him in the future. Love you so so much x
Okay so enough gay shit. Life goes on...Tri and I made the bus, on which I cried the whole time. We arrived near his village around 2am, puffy-eyed and feeling like shit. A motorbike taxi guy took us to his house which is in a very rural quiet area. Well...I say 'quiet' but actually it was noisy as hell the next morning. Chickens. WTF. Why? 3am they started their shit squawking, then 5am the family were up and what sounded like an army of kids running around. I really couldn't appreciate this on the first day there as I was still feeling miserable about leaving my friends. I tried to sleep through it but when the smell of chicken shit (cut ga!) started wafting through the window, I was soon up and about. Tri's family were lovely. His mum and Sister 5 and her son live in the house but other relatives had come to visit. Another of Tri's sisters, her husbands wife and their kids, his brother and his kids...I really cant remember them all. We refer to them with numbers as there are so many! Anyway, the kids were a little shy but so was I really. Nobody knew any English and my Vietnamese only extends as far as greetings, numbers, and swear words. We entertained the kids by repeating 'cut ga' and 'cut bo' and 'lo dit' which mean chicken shit, cow shit, and asshole. Which they loved. Obviously :-P Tri's mum and sister 5 cooked amazing meals but in between those I was sleeping a lot and had come down with a bad cold.
This is where things started going even further downhill.
I was sick. Tri would take me to the pharmacy. The 'pharmacy' was a mans house with a bed and a mediccine cabinet. Things already looked ominous. We told the 'doctor' I had a cold and could I get some strepsils and paracetamol but he insisted on having a good feel of my stomache, poking his stethescope all over my chest and looking in my ears nose and throat. He then pulled a syringe from somewhere and basically tried to stick it in my ass. I mean, he didnt even say what itwas for or why or anything! I was like, 'I have a friggin cold, not some disease' but eventually I gave up and let him inject my arm instead. No way was he and everyone in the room (yeh people had come to watch the strange sick white girl lying on the bed) gonna look at my ass!
Okay so after there we went to Sister 8's house for a hang out and some lunch etc. Unknowingly, my mobile phone had fallen from my pocket on the motorbike ride there - I didnt notice as I was pretty sleepy and not even awake the whole ride. Anyway when we got there, I assumed the phone was at home and settled in to watch all the goings ons. Tri's brother, who looks incredibly like him, arrived on a bike holding 3 live ducks at their necks. He sat them down and invited me to watch the precedings - they were for lunch. He sliced their throats and let the blood drain. It took a surprisingly long time for the ducks to die and I felt pretty bad for them. On the other hand, I was starving.
They did a chicken too which I felt quite smug about having had to deal with their constant noise all the time, not to mention the shit everywhere. Tri and his brother-in-law then poured hot water on the corpses and began plucking them. It took a really long time but it was all very interesting. They looked peaceful again when they were washed and naked and had their eyes closed. Kinda..
Lunch was amazing as usual. The whole family sit on the floor with loads of different dishes spread out and everyone helps themselves. They made me feel so welcome despite the massive language gap.
When we returned, I realised what happened with my phone. We phoned it and a guy actually answered, promising to deliver the phone later. I was kinda happy but still couldnt shake the anxiety. He turned the phone off that night but in the morning said he would bring it. Again he turned it off and i just thought what a wanker. He is playing games with us. I was already in a fragile state what with being ill, leaving my friends, nobody speaking English, asshole chickens, and now no phone. FML. I took my mind off it with some embryos and Tom & Jerry with the kids.
The next day I had breakfast with Tri and his mum, sister 5 and nephew. As usual it was amazing. Later we went to visit another sister (cant remember which one...8?!) chatted to the clan there for a while then checked out the local beach which was beautiful. Unfortunately it was raining but woulda been great on a nice day. That night we still were in contact with the man with my phone and called him again the stupid asshole. I just wanted a yes or no answer. Was I gonna get it back at all or not? So annoyed! I had an early night as we were due to get up at 6am. I woke up at 4am with the most horrendous stomache cramps. Straight to the toilet, was pretty sick and felt so awful I wondered how I would manage the bus. After a quick goodbye we were on a bus to Quy Nhon for 1 hr 30 mins. I honestly thought I was gonna die. I felt faint and sick and it was terrible. We were supposed to change buses at some station but I literally started collapsing and hat to sit down and have lots of water. It was so bad I told Tri I couldnt get on a 7 hour bus to Dalat. We checked into a hotel and he ran to get me some medicine. After a few hours, I was feeling surprisingly better and felt well enough to get an overnight bus so thats what we did!
We arrived in Dalat around 6am, it was beautiful as I remembered. But so cold! We got a hotel room and had a nap till about 10am then bad breakfast and walked around the city and around the big lake, markets etc. I picked up some rice wine and a new phone for 30 quid, better than my old one happy again. That night we went out to some night market thing and had chicken feet which really werent that great as they were so sinewy. It was bloody freezing as well and I actually had to buy a scarf!
After some fried ice cream and a quest to buy some local rice wine, we left Dalat on a bus to Mui Ne. We knew Mui Ne would be expensive but it looked crazy expensive when we were driving through it so it was a good job that Tri's other brother lived nearby and was more than happy to host us. They had a really nice home right on the beach and the most adorable kids. A 12 yr old boy, a 5 yr old girl and a 1 year old chap. There were lots of other kids there too though, neighbours and relatives alike. They were'nt as shy as those from Tri's village and were more than happy posing for pictures and playing silly games. That night Tri and I went out for some wine and food, couple more beers, then headed back. We were both pissed but I guess Tri was more so than me, and also I am the better driver, so we had a funny motorbike ride back home (20 mins) with me almost mounting the curb more than once!
Next day we walked for 2 hours along the beach with a girl called Hong (I think?) We saw some filthy Russians on the way to which Tri declared (silently) ''put your asshole away stupid shit face Baruski'' - Thats another thing. Tri hates swearing. He never NEVER swore in Nha Trang but recently he really seems to enjoy it! Cracks me up as well especially when it makes no sense. We often intermingle english with Vietnamese as well and I have taught him such things as 'chocolate starfish', 'shit pipe' etc etc We unfortunately ran into more stupid Russians at a cafe where a Baruski man kept thinking Tri worked there, despite that he was sat with me and someone else, ordering food and well...not working. Idiot. The same man spent an hour in the sea, not surfing. He had the board but he just held it. Didnt go on it, didnt make any attempts. Just stayed there for about an hour. Stupid baruski.
Bus back, we hung out with the kids and chilled out eating the most amazing sea crabs - so so many of them and all for me and Tri
The next day we were up early and on the bus to Saigon. Really loved his family and those kids, was sad when we left.
Saigon has been treating us well apart from one thing. You would think being in a city like this, and having come from rural countryside, that you might escape butthole chickens going crazy. NO. There is a godammed chicken in a cage right below my window. In the middle of a busy city. So I am still being woken up at ridiculous hours. Stupid creature.
Tri is quite overwhelmed by the mayhem here but so far we've done museums, an awful zoo, a lot of walking, bia hoi, nice food, and last night a good night out with a Scottish girl I know who lives here, Michelle. Feeling pretty ropey today so havent done much. Tonight we're gonna have dinner then go to the free cinema around the corner to watch Skyfall again.
We watched 'TED' the other night and thought it was hilarious - had to explain some of the innuendo-ee type jokes for Tri but it was so good. If you like Family Guy, definitely watch it
Okay so this is my last blog featuring Vietnam really. I leave here in 2 days time and havent much planned until then.
I will be in Sydney for a week and I am going to couch surf with a Korean guy from Gangnam for a couple of nights so next blog should be intersting
Anyway, gotta run, its Pho time