Nick's Day 3 - Mui Ne

Last night's festivities weren't epic but interesting none-the-less. The night life in Ho Chi Mien City is hopping, with beautiful women, live music, foreigners and locals alike. We started the night at one of the glitzy tourist bars (BIG MISTAKE) the beers were outragously priced at 1 USD a piece and the attractive eye candy that lures you in turns out to be a shemale. We promptly downed our costly beers and moved on to the greener pastures of the bodegas (say it with me now Bo-de-ga) were beer was a reasonable 50 cents and conversation was lively. Poor Mateo caught the eye of the only gay Vietnamese male and we were invited to join their table. This small misfourtune turned out great in the end as this group of people knew everyone on the block and introduced us around. As the beers continued to flow Mateo and I became more and more determined to speak Vietnamese. This was to the delight of the entire table and street for that matter. We met people from all over last night austrelia, Japan, England, India, and more and we all shared and swapped beers learned to toast in other languages (Yo! In Vietnamese). After a sufficient period of embibing we reached an effective level of inibriation and finally turned in. (about 3am)

This morning was rough and with heavy hearts we said our goodbyes to Madam Chu's (great hotel with nice staff). We were met by what could only be discribed as the-best-way-to-travel-by-bus bus. Our sleeper bus actually has beds on the inside! Bummer Matt and I could sleep next to each other...er.. I mean near each other. But the comfert beats a salvadorian bus any day of the week and twice on Sunday.

I know this is a public blog but I must mention that getting explosive diarrhea on a 6 hour bus ride without TP is about as bad as it gets. Aside from that we had a psycho bus driver that nearly hurled us from our bunks on every turn. But we got to travel while lying on beds, need I say more? When we arrived we were immediately drawn to a sign that read $5 a night on a beach front hotel (this roughly translated to "Nick and Matt you will both be staying here regardless of the conditions") as we entered the hotel we were met by an Ozzy named John who went out of his way to help us. It looked bleak, what with the second story private room that over looked the ocean with a pool and bar that served 40 cent beers all for the ridiculously low price of $5. Everything here is unremarkable and VERY cheap. Thats it for now.. To those reading this, we will be toasting to you while sipping cheap beer on an empty white sands beach. Cheers!