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Nha Trang woulda killed my ass if i'd stayed any longer.Horrible flashbacks of piss-holes like Airlie & Cairns as i slumped over a gallon jar of triple vodka & redbull in the Blue Gekko.I discovered Princess Di in the Sailing Club and realised that the conspiracy theorists might have a point.Shes pretending to be an Australian and dancing the night away with high rolling Chris Deburgh types.I kept asking about Dodi but no dice.If the Peoples Princess is hiding away at the Sailing Club with the Nha Trang slaggle what price on the playboy arab touting his kebabs in Digbeth?
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I arrived in Saigon this evening after a treacherous sweaty 12 hour bus ordeal to find my hotel room taken and everbody else hiking up the prices on my miserable ass.The blurb in the Lonely Planet suggests i take a deep breath and smile over a bowl of noodles...
Instead i spent my first night in a scuzzy bar called 'Git Some' run by an ex marine called 'Slugga' Bub Johnstone who slouches around in a bizarre yellow suit and combat boots.The booze is cheap and Johnstone and his 'bar girls' keep em comin.Johnstone reckons he can get me into the paddies with a 60 for a couple of bucks and my copy of Blue Oyster Cult's 'Dont fear the Reaper' which he blasted repeatedly until sunrise.Cheap thrills a-go-go...
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