Morgan and I decided to fly back to Ho Chi Minh City from Hoi An rather than suffer through another sleeper bus. Our second night back in HCMC we met up with two of Will Akridge's (Morgan's friend who lives in Hanoi) friends for a night on the town. Shane was from Australia and Arnauld from Paris (as he would say "I am from Paris, not France, Paris"). They took us to their favorite bar to shoot pool called the Drunken Duck. This particular bar also has a shot contest where if you participate, you get a plaque with your name on it, a quote from you and the time it took you to finish the shots. The amount of shots to finish...15. The Frenchman (or Parisian) held the record for a few weeks with taking all 15 shots in 38 seconds. As Arnauld explained to us, he was in the bar when his record was broken. The person who broke his record was one of the female bartenders at the bar who was celebrating her birthday (35 seconds was her record). Her plaque on the wall read "I beat Arnauld". Upon witnessing this, Arnauld immediately ordered the 15 shots and took them in 33 seconds to regain his title. His new and second plaque on the wall read "Even I kneel before myself". A moment later our friend Will Akridge took 15 shots in 27 seconds to break Arnauld's record. His plaque on the wall read "Beat that bitches, BORN IN THE USA". The Parisian decided that since he couldn't have the fastest shot record, he would take the most shots. A few nights after his record was broken, he took 45 consecutive shots in 5 minutes and 50 seconds (1.5 liters of liquor), took a cigarette break, then kept drinking the rest of the night as normal. He received a plaque for this as well. In fact, his name is on the record board 6 times, 4 times from him breaking or setting records, and 2 times from others writing something about him in their quote.
I hope you now understand what we were up against going out with these guys. We had a fun night, took way too many shots and made it home safely.
Nha Trang
We caught a flight to Nha Trang, the most developed beach in Vietnam, to meet Will Akridge and celebrate his 29th birthday. Our new French and Australian friend came as well and we had a good time getting sunburned, eating pizza, pasta and omlettes, and walking the city. Morgan got some fresh cooked lobster on the beach where they cook the lobster right in front of you and coat it in hot sauce...very tasty for only $4 a lobster. Our hotel called "Nice Hotel" was conveniently located right next to a Bia Hoi where they served $0.75 pitchers of beer. The beach was nice but I will probably never go back. Reminded me of going to a Georgia beach with the same water color only there is also constant heckling from the locals to buy useless things. We got very tired of these hecklers and thus started talking to them in either Spanish (which we knew they wouldn't understand) or simply tried to sell something we had to them. At one point, Shane the Australian, borrowed one of the Vietnamese girls basket of goods and walked up to a group of white girls trying to sell them something...no takers. We enjoyed a nice birthday dinner and went out for drinks. Our flight back to HCMC before leaving to go to Bangkok was terrible. The 40 minute flight was so rough that roughly 20% of the passengers took the liberty of using their vomit bags. Today we are in Bangkok, not wearing any red, and will tour the city before planning our next destination in Thailand.