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Highway to Hell!

Friday, July 14th, 2006

When me and Andy purchased our tickets and signed up for the 10 hour overnight bus trip I don’t think either one of us knew how bad it could actually be. I had taken an overnight bus from Phuket to Bangkok that was about 16 hours of hell but compared to this ride it was a first class flight. We also figured that to get from Saigon to Hanoi for $15, a distance that is roughly over 1200 miles and being able to stop at a few cities in between, , we couldn’t complain about much. We waited anxiously at the travel office for the bus to pick us up. Slightly just after 8 P.M. the box on wheels came to a screeching halt out front and we both looked at each other and without saying a word were thinking the same thing…

“This is gonna be good.”

Of course the bus was already packed with passengers which gave us no choice of seating. On these buses the engines are in the rear which means the last few rows, especially the last one, are raised. The last row of the bus has 5 seats. Andy walked down the aisle and proceeded to sit to his left and take the window. I filed in behind him and another guy sat in the middle seat and was able to stretch his legs out straight ahead of him into the aisle. We pulled away and proceeded to make a few more stops to pick up a few more people. We counted a handful of empty seats and knew that the two remaining seats in our aisle would most definitely be taken. As more people piled on the bus and less seats became available it was apparent that people would be sitting in the aisle, which happened.

Me and Andy proceeded to laugh and pretend as if it was ok. Finnally a mom a baby and a granny with one eye took the remaining seats in our row. In front of them were the rest of her kids, three of them piled into one seat. The little bastard sitting in the aisle proceeded to sit there and stare at me and andy. Not cool.

One thing that I should have stated about automobile culture here in Southeast Asia, especially Cambodia and Vietnam is that they beep their horns about every 10 seconds, no joke. They pass recklessly and beep their horns at everything, this makes it virtually impossible to sleep. So as we settled in and tried to get some sleep we kept being woken up by the beeping horn only to turn and see that stupid kid staring at us again. On top of that the guy next to me seemed to be infatuated with this baby…

“goo…goo…ha ha ha ha…goo goo ga ga.”

This loser then proceeded to take pictures with his flash on so he could show the baby. So we have a beeping bus driver, a kid staring at me, enough legroom for a cockroach, and a loser taking pictures on the bus to make the baby laugh. I would get my revenge on the baby later on.

Our first pit stop took us to a dusty gas station. We got out and proceeded to see if there was anything to eat. Andy went to grab a bag of M&M’s.

“How much?” He replied with an expression that said, go ahead and say a high price and see what i do.

The M&M’s cost 12,000 Dong, which is about 75 cents. That is an extremely high price seeing as he paid about 5,000 the day before. He proceeded to take the bag he just grabbed from this cooler and chuck them bag in as he laughed right in this kids face. The kid cursed him out in Vietnamese and we both laughed. After our bus driver had his 6 course meal that took about 45 minutes we pushed onward. As Andy and I tried to find a comfortable spot it got more and more frustrating. Because our seats were higher than the rest it meant that the ceiling was closer to our heads. Andy, standing at 6 foot two inches tall felt the brunt of this. At some point on this next leg of the journey i woke to the sound of andy slamming the ceiling with his fist as he muttered some words under his breathe. I laughed as the sound of that woke everyone else up on the bus.
Finnally just around 1 we reached a stop where people got off. Andy immediately grabbed a seat further up in the bus and the guy next to me did as well. This gave me two seats in the back row to try to get comfortable. For the next 2 hours i pretty much fell asleep and was comfortable…i thought this would be a piece of cake. At the next stop at about 2:30, the bus driver proceeded to have another 6 course meal and waste another 45 minutes. While we waited I went back on the bus to try to get comfortable. The Granny had placed the baby stretched out on all the seats, just to the edge of where my two seat haven began. As the bus then pulled away, every subsequent bump moved the baby further and further into my space and they just left her. I was so angry that I did what every rational human being would do…I farted on the baby’s head while it was sleeping. Yes, i know that’s sick and wrong, but at 3 in the morning without any sleep on a bus ride that horrible, you resort to desperate measures. This baby will most likely have learning disabilities because of me, but i don’t care.

Finnally at just after 6 in the morning with the sun rising over the South China Sea the bus pulled up into the coastal resort town of Nha Trang. Bruised and battered me and Andy found a guesthouse and fell asleep for the rest of the afternoon.

I don’t want a (expletive) Suit!

Sunday, June 25th, 2006

Sorry, i just ran into the middle of central Bangkok and screamed that and I thought you should know. Being in Bangkok for about 5 days and being asked at least 1 million times per day if you would like a suit can push you extremely close to the edge. I know you read my rant about Taxi’s and Tuk-Tuk’s but the suit thing is absolutely ridiculous. What the hell are these people thinking? One one street they have suit shop, after suit shop, after suit shop. The only people walking by these places are budget backpackers who are traveling most likely because they are against working and therefore don’t need or want a suit. I wouldn’t buy a suit from these guys if they put a gun to my head. They all try to get your attention with stupid sayings like, “G’day Mate.” No, i’m not australian. It really takes alot not to want to walk over and grab a guy by the shirt and lift him off the ground, stare right into his eyes with foam coming out of your mouth and say:

“With all that’s holy in this world, if you ever ask me If i want a suit again I swear they will never find your body.”

Then put him slowly down to the ground, smile, and say, “have a nice day…bitch.”

Ok, so enough of the rage. Bangkok is a city that can absolutely blow your mind. It is extremely intense, chaotic, and full of trouble. The traffic in Bangkok would make the 93 Expressway going south into Boston for the A.M. commute look like True Bean Way (that’s the street my parents live on). At all the stoplights they have digital clocks counting the seconds down until the light will change, i think that is a great idea. They also have these huge digital boards that outline the neighboring streets and color code them either, red, green, or yellow to designate wether or not they are congested so you can take another route. The heat and air pollution in Bangkok can absolutely crush you. Taking a breathe during midday is comparable to the hit you take off a 4 foot tall water bong. The coughing, the hacking and the dizziness that follow are exactly the same…well…that’s what i’ve been told…I mean, I don’t actually know. Food in Bangkok is pretty cheap as well. You can get a plate of noodles and a spring roll for about 25 Baht which is about 60 cents. A beer will set you back by about “a dollah twenty five.”

Bangkok is really just one of those cities that everyone needs to experience. If it doesn’t make you panic or murder someone in the first two days then you will probably be fine. Patience is your best friend in a city like Bangkok. I know some of you may laugh at that for me but I’ve honestly become so tolerant of some things that I know most people would cringe at. You sometimes just really need to throw yourself right into the battle and see where you end up. After 5 days in Bangkok, i finnally got my visa for Vietnam and headed east to the Island of Ko Chang on the Cambodian border.