Right so, I did say I would write up a little something something about my time in Vietnam after I pretty much dedicated my undying love to America and independence like a proper redneck in the last post.
-In my defense this was a post fueled by a lot of questionable Vietnamese wine and, I'm pretty sure, the forced veganism.
The thing is, there are so many aspects of that beautiful chaos to talk about and I'd hate to bore you with a long list. So I'm just going to talk about what was the most spectacular part, much to Nomadic Matt's disapproval.
It was the people. The homies. My brothers. The Vietnamese.
(cue cringe and swiftly click top right x sign)
I'm going to try my best not to be corny in this post...