

Got talking to another boat group by the market when one of the other boat ladies started hitting me! So here I am, floating along a river in rural Vietnam, being slapped by an old toothless lady boat driver, despite the language difficulties I decided to deal with this carefully and quietly. Not. I actually started shouting to her about our children and that a bad honeymoon night wasn't the end of our marriage. I don't know if she understood but next time she saw us she hit me again. I think that means she liked me :-P

Grabbed a couple beers and then got a late bus back into Saigon and immediately went back for beer and DELICIOUS PUMPKIN JUNGLE CURRY! Wow, it was good. Sat in the warm evening drinking cold beer and fending off street venders - whatever they offered first they'd switch to something else if you refused. "You wan book?" Nope "Lady?" Nope "Marijuana?" Well.... The restaurants and bars in the backpack area had set up kids tables and chairs along a road, it was fun and super busy for a Thursday. Until the police showed up and everyone scrambled!
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