In Hoi'an we were scheduled to meet up with the forces we left behind in Hoi'an (minus Lauren) so the upcoming days were bound to be a little crazy. And after experiencing them, they definitely were. But before we get into that, we spent a day looking around the local markets, which is famous for its tailoring. You can get a full suit made to fit here for a minimum of US$40, no cheap material either, proper Italian silk and high quality cotton. We both planned to get a suit made but in the end decided against it. My reason was that I went to get one made, twice, and on both occasions I had forgotten to wear any underwear, haha. I was enjoying rolling around commando style. There was a huge food market down the bottom of the town near a river and they sold all sorts. The thing was everything was mixed together and the smells that were kicking out were vile and lovely at the time, from fruit to fish to spices to sewage to sweat to perfumes. My nose has never worked so hard.
That night we went out to party for Abbie's birthday. We ended up a beach party and everything was going great until some Vietnamese guy threw a glass at one of the girls in our group. A whole load of shit kicked off (only arguing) and the owner was telling us that we should leave because the guy was part of the Mafia. He was obviously being a little bitch about the situation because this supposed Mafia member had a Loius Vuitton manbag and looked like a little puff (A. Ferrari, 2010). I tried to calm the situation down (thats right, me) and get the group to move on, but everyone had been drinking and wouldnt listen. Nothing more became of the situation so it was cool. Until the following night, (I was so content that I was not going to go out this night, but as usual I hate to be a let down) Scott and Tommy had managed to get into a fight with some Australians guys, and in the process Tommy smashed one of them over the head with a chair (I dont know what it is with this kid and chairs) So there was this Australian guy with a busted head, I talked to his friend and managed to cool the situation for about the most of 10 seconds, when Bruce (Tommy's Scottish sidekick) had heard the news of the fight and rushed out all hectic, and instigated round 2, in which he was pummeled by the friend of the guy who got beat over the head with a chair. As much as I like the guy, that served you right ya dumb fuck. Things soon settled once more, and we got a minibus back to our hotel. Or so we thought. The minibus dropped us off in a random location in Hoi'an (which ended up being close to hotel after all) but everyone was arguing over which way to go (the problem with big groups) so it all got a bit frustrating. There were some Vietnamese on motorbikes who kept driving by shouting stuff, and a little later Gee got hit in the head by a motorcycle helmet, drive by style. They then started throwing rocks and bricks at people in the group. That was enough for me, I tried rounding up the group but they were a bunch of uncontrollable twats, I headed off my own way and found my bed. The rest of the group eventually got home but it was a ridiculous night. I missed the boys from back home a lot that night, they listen, and they're not fuckin retarded.
We spent the day at the beach again reminiscing the previous night, and I had my chance to tell certain people how pathetic they acted. Its in the past. Elliot showed me and Bruce a really fun game where you have to throw a ball to each other but it must go behind your back each time, sounds easy, but its mad hard. We got pretty good at it. We also played football on the beach with some Vietnamese kids and got our asses kicked once again. If only wreckless was here to help me out.
Since everyone was hung over on the last day only me and Abbie made the effort to go to MySon which is another world heritage sight. It was about an hours drive by motorbike to MySon and it was a nice day. We saw lots of the ancient ruins which were split into 8 sights from sight A, to H. It wasn't much of a tourist destination and it hadn't been renovated for that purpose, you could just walk around the well beaten footpaths finding small structures dotted around everywhere. It was really cool to explore.
Our next bus ride took us to Nha Trang, where I witnessed my most shocking moment on the trip so far. We were on a sleeper bus and it was about midnight when the bus began to slow to crawling speed. I looked out of the window and saw a motorbike laid out on the floor with lots of traffic at a standstill. I kept looking out to see what was going on, when we passed a man laid out on the floor with a pool of blood leaving his body. His head was hanging off at the side and that wasn't the worst of it. His clothes around his torso had been torn off and so had his chest area, it was clear as anything to see his internal organs. I turned away and and told the others (in a 'Oh my fucking God' kinda way), the bus had drove a little further on then stopped, and everyone could only see the man laid out, but not the extent of his damage. He was definitely dead. That wasnt even the most upsetting part of the situation. People were continuing to drive around his body and others were taking pictures of the corpse with their mobile phones. It was sickening. Just shows the difference in attitude towards death between us and these people. This was the second dead person we had seen on our travels. Lets hope its the last.
P.s -Sorry for the lack of pictures here. Too much partying to be had.
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