<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1557588111605279388</id><updated>2012-02-16T04:56:42.592-05:00</updated><category term='Vietnam'/><category term='Reaction Video'/><title type='text'>Kiet's Crazy Adventures</title><subtitle type='html'>Welome to My Life</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azanboy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1557588111605279388/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azanboy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Azanboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15904072949046609930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>21</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1557588111605279388.post-299681110840531575</id><published>2008-01-15T06:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T01:23:03.617-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Day</title><content type='html'>Today is our last day in Vietnam. 3 weeks have flown by pretty quickly. Part of me is happy to be going home, part of me will miss this dirty, noisy country. I wish I could bottle up some of the smells and take it home with me so you guys can experience it too. Maybe if I just come over, pee in a corner, throw some dead fish in there for a week and then grill some tasty beef right next to it, you can sort of get the experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Ben Thanh Market one last time so everyone can get last minute gifts. Again, I am lacking in the gift department. Good thing Anny has been picking up the slack. I don't know what I would do without her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't find any bottles of fetal rat wine like I wanted. Apparently that's a Korean creation and hasn't made it's way down here yet. I doubt I'll find any at the Korean airport, but I'm going to try when we stop there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll also be happy to experience high-speed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;internet&lt;/span&gt; again. It's a little slow here, but nothing god &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;awful&lt;/span&gt;. I just use it to check my email and update my blog. I miss getting the updated news and all the movies and shows I could be watching. I guess I miss my friends a little too. Just a little though. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you guys on Thursday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1557588111605279388-299681110840531575?l=azanboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azanboy.blogspot.com/feeds/299681110840531575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1557588111605279388&amp;postID=299681110840531575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1557588111605279388/posts/default/299681110840531575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1557588111605279388/posts/default/299681110840531575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azanboy.blogspot.com/2008/01/last-day.html' title='Last Day'/><author><name>Azanboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15904072949046609930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1557588111605279388.post-1532243895080757543</id><published>2008-01-14T06:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T01:23:36.159-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Floating Market</title><content type='html'>We headed out of Long &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Xuyen&lt;/span&gt; for Saigon today. Before we leave, we have to eat a traditional breakfast, call Bo Ne. Translated, it's Avoiding Beef. The reason it's called that is because they bring out the beef and egg combination on a sizzling skillet and you have to avoid getting hit by the splattering grease and oil. It's so yummy but very fattening and heavy. I can only eat it once per trip. Everyone seems to like it except Ho, who sits out because he's still not over his stomach problems. Mine has seem to settle pretty good and I think I'm back to normal with the rare occasional stomach pain. No &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;biggie&lt;/span&gt;, that won't stop me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stop by Can Tho on the way back to Saigon. It's one of the biggest cities in the South next to Saigon. We get there and take a boat to get to the floating market. It's where farmers and vendors sell their products to each other and the occasional visitor. It's a pretty neat experience and seems pretty busy. Apparently it's even busier if we would have gotten there at like 6am. A little too early for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We get to Saigon a little after 3pm and basically hang around the house. We leave tomorrow and need some downtime before we have to head out tomorrow night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a while and it will be nice to be able to sleep in my own bed again. The beds here are rather hard and uncomfortable. That and I like all the pillows I got at home. It'll also be nice to be able to sleep naked again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amanda saw a roach in the room last night and freaked the hell out. She ran out of there screaming like a banshee. She did not sleep in the air conditioned room this night. I found it rather amusing since there were probably roaches in her alternate sleeping spot also. So now she was hot on top of having roaches. I just tried to keep my mouth closed when I slept so I wouldn't swallow one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1557588111605279388-1532243895080757543?l=azanboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azanboy.blogspot.com/feeds/1532243895080757543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1557588111605279388&amp;postID=1532243895080757543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1557588111605279388/posts/default/1532243895080757543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1557588111605279388/posts/default/1532243895080757543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azanboy.blogspot.com/2008/01/floating-market.html' title='Floating Market'/><author><name>Azanboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15904072949046609930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1557588111605279388.post-2172581439453749619</id><published>2008-01-13T06:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T01:23:59.425-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cousin's Wedding</title><content type='html'>We wake up and Ho is still not feeling great. After feeling crappy last night, he decided to take the 5-pill concoction he was offered after dinner last night. He was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hesitant&lt;/span&gt;, but when you're stuck, you take what you can get to feel better. He feels better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We get dressed for my cousin's wedding and bring clothes with us to take off afterwards. It is hot as hell and all of us are sweating our asses off as we sit outside eating in front of a table top stove. We finish quickly and head off to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Nui&lt;/span&gt; Cam (Forbidden Mountain).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Nui&lt;/span&gt; Cam before with Bill. There are a series of stairs and stone steps that take you to the top of the mountain. Last time we went, we only made it half way before giving up. Apparently it takes 4 hours of stair climbing to get to the top. In recent years, someone smart decided that they would build a mountain road where they could take the lazy tourists to the top without killing themselves. We are said tourists for the price of 45K dongs each ($3).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a giant statute of a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Budda&lt;/span&gt;, a Pagoda, and a refreshing looking lake at the top. They took us there in some type of Chinese SUV, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;PMC&lt;/span&gt; Pronto. Man, that thing is a piece of junk. Halfway up, he has to turn off the AC in order for the car to make it up the rest of the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We take our time up at the top and enjoy ourselves with drinks, snacks, and some hammock resting. We head back down in the same crappy SUV, but this time, with AC blowing all the way. We have a dinner of fried tofu, meatballs, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;shredded&lt;/span&gt; beef and radish spring rolls.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1557588111605279388-2172581439453749619?l=azanboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azanboy.blogspot.com/feeds/2172581439453749619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1557588111605279388&amp;postID=2172581439453749619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1557588111605279388/posts/default/2172581439453749619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1557588111605279388/posts/default/2172581439453749619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azanboy.blogspot.com/2008/01/cousins-wedding.html' title='Cousin&apos;s Wedding'/><author><name>Azanboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15904072949046609930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1557588111605279388.post-8274102750879572552</id><published>2008-01-12T06:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T01:24:15.431-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Xuyen</title><content type='html'>We headed to Long &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Xuyen&lt;/span&gt; today. My cousin's wedding is in a couple of days so we have to be there by Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad sends a driver for us at 8am, so we don't have to rent a car or take a bus there. It's only ~170KM away, but with the slow speed limits and crappy roads, the usual travel time is 4 hours. The 6 of us pile into the Isuzu SUV and head off, with luggage being crammed into any space that is not being occupied by a human body. The trip is not the most comfortable of trips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrive around noon after taking a ferry across one of the Mekong's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;estuaries&lt;/span&gt;. It's still early, so we grab a lunch and head off to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Nui&lt;/span&gt; Sam (Sam Mountain). It's a rather tall mountain but we decide to work our way up the rocky stairs. About 1/3 of the way up, Ho's stomach starts to act up gain and he and Amanda have to sit it out. That leaves me, Anny, Joe, and Tit to work ourselves the rest of the way up. We take a water break and sit on some hammocks and enjoy the mountain breeze and a gorgeous view. We finally make it up to the top and are breathing heavy and sweating pretty hard. We thought we were bad off, until we saw a guy that was wet from head to toe and looked like he was having a heart attack. We took some pictures to prove we made it up and decided to hire some moped guys to take us down the mountain for 10K dongs (67¢) each. It was worth every penny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We get back and have some dinner in front of my parents house. They bring over beef hotpot and we enjoy it by the canal with a few friends. Our friends being a swarm of mosquitoes. We all run back in pretty quickly to get our mosquito repellent. It seems to work pretty well and we finish dinner with them over our heads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are 2 rooms with AC. Sleeping anywhere else would require the person to use the fans and open the windows. No way in hell anyone is doing that with all the mosquitoes at dinner. We trade rooms with my parents, who have the bigger master bed room and all pile in there, 3 in the bed and 3 on the floor. Getting ready in the morning should be easier with 4 available bathrooms.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1557588111605279388-8274102750879572552?l=azanboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azanboy.blogspot.com/feeds/8274102750879572552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1557588111605279388&amp;postID=8274102750879572552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1557588111605279388/posts/default/8274102750879572552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1557588111605279388/posts/default/8274102750879572552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azanboy.blogspot.com/2008/01/long-xuyen.html' title='Long Xuyen'/><author><name>Azanboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15904072949046609930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1557588111605279388.post-7101588352876852949</id><published>2008-01-11T09:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T01:24:28.012-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Owe...my stomach</title><content type='html'>The next two days are spent traveling back to Saigon. Ho and I somehow manage to catch the same bug. We got the chills, body aches, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;diarrhea&lt;/span&gt;. It was a very long trip back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1557588111605279388-7101588352876852949?l=azanboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azanboy.blogspot.com/feeds/7101588352876852949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1557588111605279388&amp;postID=7101588352876852949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1557588111605279388/posts/default/7101588352876852949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1557588111605279388/posts/default/7101588352876852949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azanboy.blogspot.com/2008/01/owemy-stomach.html' title='Owe...my stomach'/><author><name>Azanboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15904072949046609930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1557588111605279388.post-7018683312541756048</id><published>2008-01-09T09:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T01:24:59.482-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Massause!</title><content type='html'>Our next stop in in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Quang&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Binh&lt;/span&gt;, a short jump to our destination of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Phong&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Nha&lt;/span&gt; Caverns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stay in our first 4-star hotel of the trip. It's very nice with contemporary furnishings. We hit up the massage parlour to see what this hotel has to offer. This time, everyone gets one. We go to the steam room, the sauna room, and then the massages. Afterwards, everyone has an interesting story to tell. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Apparently&lt;/span&gt; Ho and Joe got molested by their &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;masseuses&lt;/span&gt;. Hand were where they shouldn't be. Ho enjoyed it, Joe did not. I once again, had a regular massage. The girl did mention that I was one big bastard. I think she hurt herself trying to crack my back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We get to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Phong&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Nha&lt;/span&gt; Caverns. They are a site to behold. The cavern system is huge and there's a lot to see. Most of the pictures don't show up too well because of the darkness. There was a couple that would not move for one of the shots I wanted to take, which really pissed me off. I spent the rest of the time trying to get into every shot they wanted to take. It was rather fun. I am evil like that, but then again, you all know that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1557588111605279388-7018683312541756048?l=azanboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azanboy.blogspot.com/feeds/7018683312541756048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1557588111605279388&amp;postID=7018683312541756048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1557588111605279388/posts/default/7018683312541756048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1557588111605279388/posts/default/7018683312541756048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azanboy.blogspot.com/2008/01/bad-massause.html' title='Bad Massause!'/><author><name>Azanboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15904072949046609930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1557588111605279388.post-3083214123259167389</id><published>2008-01-07T08:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-11T09:07:43.075-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Da Nang - Hoi An - Hue</title><content type='html'>Again, a full day of travel. On they way we stop by the Tay Son Family historical home. I guess they are considered heroes to the Vietnamese people. I will have to read up on it more when I get back to the states.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We go to the ancient town of Hoi An. I can't really say too much about the ancient city because Joe was the only one that went to see it. All the girls wanted to shop on the streets, so Ho and I had to accompany them. Someone has to hold all the stuff they buy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We travel on some crazy mountain roads. They seem perfect for drifting, until you see that one side is a mountain wall and the other side is a freakin' cliff to the ocean below. The small barriers don't seem like very much protection for our huge bus. Our driver passes everyone, everywhere. Uphill, downhill, around blind corners, nothing stops him. There are several moments we are scared for our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We get to Hue in 1 piece and head out for our first taste of the city, real Bun Bo Hue. I had such high hopes for it but again, I was whelmed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We take a cruise on the famous Huong (Perfume) River. I don't know what they are talking about, because I smell nothing that's even close to perfumes. The river is calm and we get to hear some traditional Hue music. Since my Vietnamese is weak and the Hue accent is really strong, I understand nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We visit the Nguyen Imperial Palace the next day. It is what an imperial palace should look like, with a moat, high walls, and large throne room. It's hard to imagine that Vietnam had a king until 1945. The palace is young, compared to most people's imagination of what am Imperial Palace should be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also see a couple of the previous king's mausoleums. They are big and gaudy, but nothing really interesting happens there except I get the biggest coconut I have every seen. The thing is bigger than my head and garners laughter and pointing everywhere I go with it. Money well spent in my book.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1557588111605279388-3083214123259167389?l=azanboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azanboy.blogspot.com/feeds/3083214123259167389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1557588111605279388&amp;postID=3083214123259167389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1557588111605279388/posts/default/3083214123259167389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1557588111605279388/posts/default/3083214123259167389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azanboy.blogspot.com/2008/01/da-nang-hoi-hue.html' title='Da Nang - Hoi An - Hue'/><author><name>Azanboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15904072949046609930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1557588111605279388.post-7195660390068621855</id><published>2008-01-04T08:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T01:26:00.342-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Qui Nhon</title><content type='html'>It was another day of driving today. We stopped by a couple of nice beaches to relax here and there. It looks like we're driving up the whole coast of Vietnam, which is pretty nice. On one of the beaches, we went to where they were selling seafood and got mobbed by the vendors. They were the most &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;aggressive&lt;/span&gt; we have seen so far. Some of them were fighting with each other over us, it was kind of funny. There were &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; some different seafood there. All sorts of shellfish were to be had. There were prawns the size of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;freakin&lt;/span&gt;' lobsters. I don't know how they get them so big.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stopped by the grave of one of Vietnam's most famous poet, Han Mac Tu. I had no clue who he was, but Anny and Tit did, and they bought their parents a poem book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Qui&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Nhon&lt;/span&gt; is a pretty small town and we were situated right next to the local college. This was helpful in that there was a lot of food and gift stores. On the street, Anny found a shirt with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Hollister&lt;/span&gt; symbol and BEBE written across the front. We had to get it. It still had it's tag on it, from Arizona Jean Company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back at the hotel, we got our first experience with the Vietnamese massages. Girls in short skirts giving massages, that's how it's done. I'm pretty sure "special" services could be requested. Ho and Joe both got non-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;incidental&lt;/span&gt; groin touches, I did not. It wasn't until we were leaving that we saw all the girl's pictures on the wall with what massage room they were in. It looked like a menu.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1557588111605279388-7195660390068621855?l=azanboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azanboy.blogspot.com/feeds/7195660390068621855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1557588111605279388&amp;postID=7195660390068621855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1557588111605279388/posts/default/7195660390068621855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1557588111605279388/posts/default/7195660390068621855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azanboy.blogspot.com/2008/01/qui-nhon.html' title='Qui Nhon'/><author><name>Azanboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15904072949046609930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1557588111605279388.post-8128129129960882214</id><published>2008-01-03T06:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T10:44:52.725-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nha Trang</title><content type='html'>The bus arrives at 5:30am to take us on our next tour, to the city of Hue, in the middle of Vietnam. We'll be making stops along the way. We are on a 30 person bus with 17 people. We'll be picking up some more people who traveled the first leg by airplane. It's a pretty grueling first day, but we get to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Nha&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Trang&lt;/span&gt;, a pretty sea-side city. We leave our hotel and take a short walk towards the beach. We hang out there for a bit and enjoy the dark ocean breeze. We decide to get some cyclos&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to take us around town. They are basically modified bicycles with a seat up front that can &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;barely&lt;/span&gt; hold 2 people, much less my fat-ass. We pay them 20K dongs ($1.25) for a 30 minute ride around town and back to the hotel. I feel a little bad for the guys &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;pedaling&lt;/span&gt; us, until I see Ho's guy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;pedaling&lt;/span&gt; with 1 foot and smoking a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;cigarette&lt;/span&gt; at the same time. I don't feel bad anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our tour guide tells us that there's a group of blind &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;masseuses&lt;/span&gt; that are very good, so we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;decide&lt;/span&gt; to give it a shot. We see 5 (Tit does not want one) of them walking into the hotel, being led by the one that can see blurry objects. We talk to them for a bit and apparently they were trained in Hanoi. I think mine was trained in the art of torture. It starts hurting from the minute he starts. I swear he has &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;bony&lt;/span&gt; nubs where his palms should be. His thumbs must have been solid stone, because I'm dying. He asks me if it hurts and of course I say no. No way I'm letting a blind &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;masseuse&lt;/span&gt; get the best of me, but he does anyways. Do Indian burns count as a massage technique? After about an hour of biting my teeth, my session in pain is over. He asks to borrow the bathroom and I lead him there. He washes his hands in the sink, and then proceeds to feel around for the toilet. No good can come of this. He takes his pants and starts to pee, only some of it actually hitting it's mark. The rest go everywhere but. At this point, I think the guy is fucking with me, but there's no way to be sure. Anny yells at me for making fun of the guy because he's blind, but come on now. He's not deaf. He can clearly hear if he's hitting the toilet or not. Good thing we are only in this hotel for the night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1557588111605279388-8128129129960882214?l=azanboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azanboy.blogspot.com/feeds/8128129129960882214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1557588111605279388&amp;postID=8128129129960882214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1557588111605279388/posts/default/8128129129960882214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1557588111605279388/posts/default/8128129129960882214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azanboy.blogspot.com/2008/01/nha-trang.html' title='Nha Trang'/><author><name>Azanboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15904072949046609930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1557588111605279388.post-2503572756492757926</id><published>2008-01-02T19:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T10:31:49.366-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ear Cleaning</title><content type='html'>This is a down day from all of our travels. A chance to just sit back and relax and breath in the smog-filled air of Saigon. We start they day off with a cup of coffee, one of 5 for the day. I decide to get a haircut with all the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;fixin's&lt;/span&gt;. All this for 20K dongs ($1.25). Apparently all the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;fixin's&lt;/span&gt; means something a little different here. They cut my hair, give me a shave, head massage, face mask, and the best part, the ear cleaning. They use a series of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;delicate&lt;/span&gt; instruments to remove your ear wax. It sounds scary, but it's the best feeling in the world. In terms you can all understand, I would say it feels as good as getting head. No joke. Amanda decides to brave it after hearing our discussions. She really enjoys it, as evident by Ho's video of her toes curling up during the process. She will be doing it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jAXC3bzd4-A/R4900tl0akI/AAAAAAAAABE/SHlRjHrTFOw/s1600-h/vietnam-ear.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jAXC3bzd4-A/R4900tl0akI/AAAAAAAAABE/SHlRjHrTFOw/s400/vietnam-ear.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156468547302746690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anny's mom throws us an informal dinner gathering, as a way for the family to meet their newest member, me. It's kind of awkward and feels like a formal wedding reception. It goes by and we head out to a nice coffee shop afterwards. Everyone has coffee or ice cream except for Joe and Tit, who decide to venture into the land of alcohol. Being only 80-something pounds, it doesn't take much for Tit to get fucked up. She's pretty much blitzed after her 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; black &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;russian&lt;/span&gt;. We head back home to sleep while Tit is hugging the toilet the rest of the night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1557588111605279388-2503572756492757926?l=azanboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azanboy.blogspot.com/feeds/2503572756492757926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1557588111605279388&amp;postID=2503572756492757926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1557588111605279388/posts/default/2503572756492757926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1557588111605279388/posts/default/2503572756492757926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azanboy.blogspot.com/2008/01/ear-cleaning.html' title='Ear Cleaning'/><author><name>Azanboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15904072949046609930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jAXC3bzd4-A/R4900tl0akI/AAAAAAAAABE/SHlRjHrTFOw/s72-c/vietnam-ear.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1557588111605279388.post-4254756061267527637</id><published>2008-01-01T19:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T10:29:22.532-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vietnam'/><title type='text'>Last Day in Bangkok</title><content type='html'>It is our last day in Thailand. We find out that we got several hours until we have to meet up for the trip home. We do not go with the group to Lotus, which sees like a glorified supermarket/department store. We decide to take the Sky Train, which Joe has been mentioning the whole time. This makes him very happy. Somehow, the experience is not how he envisioned in his mind. It's basically a subway car that rides on rails above the city. Nothing too impressive. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Basically&lt;/span&gt;, we are whelmed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Sky Train takes us to our next point, the Penis Shrine. It all started out as a regular shrine, but I guess along the way, someone asked for a baby and got one. They were so happy that they brought back a wooden penis to show their appreciation. This lead to more penises (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;peni&lt;/span&gt;?) until the shrine became the Penis Shrine. There are hundreds, if not thousands of wooden phallic symbols everywhere. We take some time to get some pictures of us in compromising poses. As we leave, we see a gay couple come up and start praying. Somehow, I don't think their prayers are going to be answered so easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jAXC3bzd4-A/R490NNl0ajI/AAAAAAAAAA8/q4nf5mrvgUg/s1600-h/vietnam-penis.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jAXC3bzd4-A/R490NNl0ajI/AAAAAAAAAA8/q4nf5mrvgUg/s400/vietnam-penis.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156467868697913906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We take a short flight back to Saigon. Everyone seems full of energy so we decide to try out one of Saigon's dance clubs, Gossip. Price of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;admission&lt;/span&gt; is $10US, kind of steep, but worth the experience. We can tell it's a different environment right away. Everyone is shaking our hands as we walk in, and I mean everyone. It's like a red carpet entrance. It doesn't stop there. We are escorted to a balcony table where they serve us drinks. Our glasses are never empty or lacking in ice at any point. We hit the dance floor and are escorted through the crowds by security. They have more security per square foot than I have seen anywhere in my life. I count no less then 4 guys, just around the dance floor. I soon realize this is my type of club. People here dance like fools, so I blend right in. If I jump up and down with my arms by my side, no one would even notice me. I guess guys dancing with other guys is normal, because we see that a whole lot. I wish we could have taken some pictures, but like many of the other places we have been, we are not allowed to take any pictures. We leave and again, are escorted out by a slew of handshakes and smiles. It makes spending all that money seem worth it for the VIP treatment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1557588111605279388-4254756061267527637?l=azanboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azanboy.blogspot.com/feeds/4254756061267527637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1557588111605279388&amp;postID=4254756061267527637' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1557588111605279388/posts/default/4254756061267527637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1557588111605279388/posts/default/4254756061267527637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azanboy.blogspot.com/2008/01/last-day-in-bangkok.html' title='Last Day in Bangkok'/><author><name>Azanboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15904072949046609930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jAXC3bzd4-A/R490NNl0ajI/AAAAAAAAAA8/q4nf5mrvgUg/s72-c/vietnam-penis.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1557588111605279388.post-300902858830658487</id><published>2007-12-31T19:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T10:28:03.686-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Years Eve - Bangkok</title><content type='html'>The group decided to go to 4 random stores. Apparently the Vietnamese get really excited about department stores/grocery stores. We bail from the group and head off on our own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joe wants to visit Wat &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Pho&lt;/span&gt;, the temple of the reclining &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Budda&lt;/span&gt;. We try to get a couple of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;tuk&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;tuks&lt;/span&gt; from the hotel there. The guy tells he he'll take us there for 20 Baht, about 80 Baht cheaper then what we have been experiencing. He says that if he stops by a department store and we look around for a bit, he'll get free gas. Since it's halfway there, cheap, and we have the time, we agree. We get there, look around, and then prepare to leave. The guy now says that only he got free gas and that in order for the other one to, he has to stop by 1 more store. Now we know we're getting the run-around. We flick them both off and walk off without paying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jAXC3bzd4-A/R49z39l0aiI/AAAAAAAAAA0/oF0ziufQTGc/s1600-h/vietnam-tuktuk.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jAXC3bzd4-A/R49z39l0aiI/AAAAAAAAAA0/oF0ziufQTGc/s400/vietnam-tuktuk.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156467503625693730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We flag down a couple more that actually take us to the right place for a normal price. We check out the beautiful Wat and then walk around a little to do some street shopping. Many street vendors are closed because of the holiday. We decide to head over to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;MBK&lt;/span&gt; shopping mall. I guess that's where all the Thai teens hang out. We get there and immediately see a bug cart right on the sidewalk. This is the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;moment&lt;/span&gt; we have all been waiting for. We get some fried crickets, grasshoppers, and meal worms. The grasshoppers are large and crunchy, but not too bad. The crickets are a little less appetizing. I did not have a meal worm, but the other people seemed to like it the least. I think Anny even spit some out. There was 1 bug that no one had the guts to try, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;waterbug&lt;/span&gt;. The thing was HUGE. No way in hell I'm getting that thing in my mouth, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;simply&lt;/span&gt; because it would have to be done on several bites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mall is a huge 7-story &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;behemoth&lt;/span&gt; with food and clothes up the ass. There are tons of stores selling knock-offs and Anny manages to snag a nice purse. I get nothing, like usual. Someone could definitely spend all day there and not check out all the shops. I can see why everyone heads there. Like most other places, all prices are negotiable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We get done with the mall and the women are still not satisfied. There is more shopping that can be done. We decide to head over to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Suen&lt;/span&gt; Lam Night Market. It's right next to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Lumpini&lt;/span&gt; Stadium, where we watched kickboxing not too long ago. Apparently the other &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;tuk&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;tuk&lt;/span&gt; driver wants to race ours and proceeds to bob and weave through traffic cutting off everything in his path, all the while laughing like a madman. Ho and them are laughing it up not knowing how many times they came close to dying. We all get to the market safe and do more shopping. Anny buys another purse. By this time, my backpack is bursting at the seams with purchased goods. We call it a night and head back to the hotel for some New Years Eve celebrating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a couple of drinks, Ho and Joe decide to put on their &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Muay&lt;/span&gt; Thai boxing shorts and pose for the cameras. Words can not really describe the scene, so I'll have to post the pictures for all to see. We watch fireworks from the room and retire after a long day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1557588111605279388-300902858830658487?l=azanboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azanboy.blogspot.com/feeds/300902858830658487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1557588111605279388&amp;postID=300902858830658487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1557588111605279388/posts/default/300902858830658487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1557588111605279388/posts/default/300902858830658487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azanboy.blogspot.com/2007/12/new-years-eve-bangkok.html' title='New Years Eve - Bangkok'/><author><name>Azanboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15904072949046609930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jAXC3bzd4-A/R49z39l0aiI/AAAAAAAAAA0/oF0ziufQTGc/s72-c/vietnam-tuktuk.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1557588111605279388.post-56025875846177678</id><published>2007-12-31T11:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T19:15:16.410-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vietnam'/><title type='text'>Great Wall of...Vietnam</title><content type='html'>Sorry for the long time in updating. Apparently what we did in Bangkok was a little too much to handle for the Vietnam firewall. I'm not sure what key words we used, but both Ho and myself got blocked from our blogs wherever we went. Thank goodness for proxies. I'm not too sure how well this will look since I don't have access to all the features through the proxy, but it is better than nothing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1557588111605279388-56025875846177678?l=azanboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azanboy.blogspot.com/feeds/56025875846177678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1557588111605279388&amp;postID=56025875846177678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1557588111605279388/posts/default/56025875846177678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1557588111605279388/posts/default/56025875846177678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azanboy.blogspot.com/2008/01/great-wall-ofvietnam.html' title='Great Wall of...Vietnam'/><author><name>Azanboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15904072949046609930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1557588111605279388.post-9109690716635789617</id><published>2007-12-30T00:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T10:25:57.178-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pattaya Beach</title><content type='html'>We took off to the beach today. We got in a modified speed boat that holds around 30 people. On the way to the island, we stopped by a floating barge so people could go &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;parasailing&lt;/span&gt;. Since I did it last time, I passed this time. Anny went and she loved it. For only 350 Baht ($11), it wasn't a bad deal. The beach was really nice when we got there. We rented a some chairs and umbrellas right at the water's edge for 20 Baht (60¢) each. There were a ton of shops along the beach selling all sorts of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;souvenirs&lt;/span&gt; and food. We bought some food and a couple of coconuts and sat along the water and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;enjoyed&lt;/span&gt; our lunch. It was a very relaxing time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jAXC3bzd4-A/R49yx9l0agI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Bom7Q00bpuo/s1600-h/vietnam-beach.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jAXC3bzd4-A/R49yx9l0agI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Bom7Q00bpuo/s400/vietnam-beach.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156466301034850818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the beach, the tour had 4 shows planned for us. Most of them were pretty boring and not worth mentioning. The last show of the day was the Tiffany Show. It was a show consisting of music, dance, and costumes, all performed by transvestites. This was a different show from what Ho and I saw last time, so the "shims" were different. A lot of them looked really hot. We took a ton of picturese after the show. I'll try to post some when I get back and you can see for yourself as a reminder: "Don't talk to any hot women in Thailand, because it's likely they're a dude."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jAXC3bzd4-A/R49zVtl0ahI/AAAAAAAAAAs/vSjJkJQ6UgI/s1600-h/vietnam-tiffany.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jAXC3bzd4-A/R49zVtl0ahI/AAAAAAAAAAs/vSjJkJQ6UgI/s400/vietnam-tiffany.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156466915215174162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1557588111605279388-9109690716635789617?l=azanboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azanboy.blogspot.com/feeds/9109690716635789617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1557588111605279388&amp;postID=9109690716635789617' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1557588111605279388/posts/default/9109690716635789617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1557588111605279388/posts/default/9109690716635789617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azanboy.blogspot.com/2007/12/pattaya-beach.html' title='Pattaya Beach'/><author><name>Azanboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15904072949046609930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jAXC3bzd4-A/R49yx9l0agI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Bom7Q00bpuo/s72-c/vietnam-beach.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1557588111605279388.post-674436539446728202</id><published>2007-12-29T00:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T10:21:11.203-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pattaya</title><content type='html'>We get to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Pattaya&lt;/span&gt; and start to see the difference. There are beer bars, clubs, and go-go bars everywhere. This is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;truly&lt;/span&gt; the city of sin, not that that's a bad thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We start of our stay in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Pattaya&lt;/span&gt; with a bang! We sign up to go see 3 sex shows for the night at the cost of 2100 Baht ($64) each person. It was a little expensive, but when are we going to get another chance like this? The first one was like what we saw last time. Mostly women performing stunts with their &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;vaginas&lt;/span&gt;. We saw them smoke &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;cigarettes&lt;/span&gt;, pull out pins and razor blades, open bottle caps, play horns and whistles, pop out &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;pingpong&lt;/span&gt; balls, put in and squirt out 3 live goldfish, a turtle, a small mouse, and a hummingbird. And then it got weird. The next show was equally more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;entertaining&lt;/span&gt; as it was disturbing. They introduced members of the opposite sex to the show. We saw guys with their &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;schlongs&lt;/span&gt; hanging out, chasing the female members of the audience around. It was more entertaining then I thought. They brought up a volunteer from the crowd and gave him a lap dance with 5 pretty Thai women. It reminded of a bachelor party back in the states. He sits down and they bring up another excited volunteer. They bring out a Thai girl who Anny says is simply "gorgeous". She gives him a topless &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;lapdance&lt;/span&gt; and makes him touch her from her head and down, and down, and down, until he gets low enough, where he finds a little surprise awaiting his eager hands. Turns out this gorgeous "woman", was a man. Or part man anyways. They look on the guys face was priceless. He was so pissed off at his friends. And you think this would end the show, but it doesn't. They leave the "shim" on stage and bring out a guy. As Joe correctly put it, "but...but...there's no other place for it to go..." We are now &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;traumatized&lt;/span&gt;. On to the next show. I'm not going to talk too much about the next show because it will give me nightmares for the rest of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all the excitement, we took a taxi down to Walking Street. If I had to compare it with something in the states, I would say Bourbon Street in New Orleans, but more racey. We did a quick walk around. We'll be back again tomorrow for a closer, more detailed look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jAXC3bzd4-A/R49yO9l0afI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Lx5-9s47cyU/s1600-h/vietnam-pattaya.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jAXC3bzd4-A/R49yO9l0afI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Lx5-9s47cyU/s400/vietnam-pattaya.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156465699739429362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, beach day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1557588111605279388-674436539446728202?l=azanboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azanboy.blogspot.com/feeds/674436539446728202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1557588111605279388&amp;postID=674436539446728202' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1557588111605279388/posts/default/674436539446728202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1557588111605279388/posts/default/674436539446728202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azanboy.blogspot.com/2007/12/pattaya.html' title='Pattaya'/><author><name>Azanboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15904072949046609930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jAXC3bzd4-A/R49yO9l0afI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Lx5-9s47cyU/s72-c/vietnam-pattaya.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1557588111605279388.post-2486605176096160920</id><published>2007-12-28T00:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-30T00:56:41.301-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thailand Observations</title><content type='html'>So I've noticed a couple of things while in Thailand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;There are tons of older white gentlemen roaming the seats of Thailand, none of them there to there to check out the sites. It is very common to see a 60 year old man walking with what looks to be a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Thai&lt;/span&gt; girl &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;barely&lt;/span&gt; out of her teens, sometimes 2 or 3 of them. We're going to try to take some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;discrete&lt;/span&gt; pictures of this. We don't want to get a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;beatdown&lt;/span&gt; or anything. Not sure how much they are paying these girls, and we're a little afraid to ask.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;There are a lot of ugly women here. They all still manage to bag themselves a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;sugardaddy&lt;/span&gt; though. Don't get me wrong, there are some really pretty ones too, but we have the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;suspicion&lt;/span&gt; they are actually men. More on this in another post.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You can't buy anything without bargaining. Very rarely will you see a price on an item. They will tell you the price depending on how you look. Everything is negotiable. If they tell you something is 100 Baht, make the first offer 30-50 Baht. If they accept right away, you know you messed up. They overprice everything, knowing you'll counter. You can usually walk away thinking good about yourself that you got a deal, all the while the seller is laughing his ass off that he just ripped you off. It's a win-win.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1557588111605279388-2486605176096160920?l=azanboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azanboy.blogspot.com/feeds/2486605176096160920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1557588111605279388&amp;postID=2486605176096160920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1557588111605279388/posts/default/2486605176096160920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1557588111605279388/posts/default/2486605176096160920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azanboy.blogspot.com/2007/12/thailand-observations.html' title='Thailand Observations'/><author><name>Azanboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15904072949046609930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1557588111605279388.post-2377949018745919071</id><published>2007-12-28T00:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T10:17:46.265-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vietnam'/><title type='text'>Bangkok</title><content type='html'>The flight over to Bangkok was not too bad. It took a little over 1.5 hours. The tour that we are going with is rather large, 55 people. Most of them are Vietnamese with 2 white girls, 1 of them being Amanda. I swear, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Viet&lt;/span&gt; people have no sense of lines, or saved seats. Getting on the plane was a mess, everyone trying to skip everyone else, even though there's assigned seats. So you think. Once on the plane I quickly realized that everyone was sitting anywhere but their actual seats in order to sit close to family members or friends. Some lady was sitting in Ho's and Amanda's seats. She offered to trade her seats to them. One in the back of the plane, the other half way up. "But I have a son...". Ho was like, "I have a wife, and those are my seats, so get out."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First night in Bangkok, they took us to the lamest crocodile farm. Our only hope was that someone would get their arm/head bit off, but that was not to be. We checked into the hotel and decided to get Thai oil massages across the street. It was 400 Baht for 1 hour, which is about $12. I swear, those ladies have thumbs of steel. Ho managed to get some bruises on his legs from the massage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We saw the Grand Palace the next day. It was very large and very gold. Ho and I have seen it before, so it was nothing special to us. We bailed out of the tour the rest of the day and headed off on our own. We walked down to the river and booked a long boat for a tour of the canals. We negotiated a price of 300 Baht (~$9) each for a 1.5 hour tour. It was interesting, but not the coolest things I have seen. We wondered the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;streets&lt;/span&gt; for a little bit and did a little bit of shopping. I'm stocking up on fake sunglasses where I can and Anny is always looking for cheap clothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jAXC3bzd4-A/R49xVtl0aeI/AAAAAAAAAAU/pXhtLOcnVrs/s1600-h/vietnam-palace.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jAXC3bzd4-A/R49xVtl0aeI/AAAAAAAAAAU/pXhtLOcnVrs/s400/vietnam-palace.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156464716191918562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We asked for directions and went to see a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Muay&lt;/span&gt; Thai fight. The stadium that was hosting the fights that night was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Lumpini&lt;/span&gt; Stadium. We went to get some tickets and they suggested the ringside ones because they were a lot safer because of the extra security against pickpockets and fights. Not knowing any better, we forked over 2000 Baht ($61) each for the fights. Once we got there, we realized that we could have gotten seats in the 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; class seats and been fine. Damn, we got ripped off. We could have saved $15, bastards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next stop &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Pattaya&lt;/span&gt;, "The Extreme City".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1557588111605279388-2377949018745919071?l=azanboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azanboy.blogspot.com/feeds/2377949018745919071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1557588111605279388&amp;postID=2377949018745919071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1557588111605279388/posts/default/2377949018745919071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1557588111605279388/posts/default/2377949018745919071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azanboy.blogspot.com/2007/12/bangkok.html' title='Bangkok'/><author><name>Azanboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15904072949046609930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jAXC3bzd4-A/R49xVtl0aeI/AAAAAAAAAAU/pXhtLOcnVrs/s72-c/vietnam-palace.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1557588111605279388.post-3888733296660987140</id><published>2007-12-26T04:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T10:13:24.293-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vietnam'/><title type='text'>1st Day</title><content type='html'>Wow! What a long flight. It seemed like it would never end. It was 14 hours to Seoul and then another 5.5 hours to Vietnam. We didn't get in until close to 11pm. The heat really beats you down the minute you walk out of the airport. I guess in Vietnam, there is no such thing as Winter. We didn't get into bed until around 2am. Around 3am, we were woken to the sound of farm animals. Most notibably, chickens and pigs. We could here them squeel as they were selected for the day's slaughter. When stopped squeeling, then the church bells rang. The bells would then stop and the pigs would start up again. What an aweful night. Anny is no longer allowed to say my home town, Long Xuyen, is the "country".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided to bypass the typical taxi service and rented scooters with drivers for the day. The cost was $10 each but well worth it. They took us around the city to the markets and area sites and waited for us while we shopped. A taxi would have probabaly cost more and not been nearly as fun. We have some awesome pictures of us on Saigon's roads. None of us died, in case you were wondering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jAXC3bzd4-A/R49wSNl0adI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uu6WjjvRjm0/s1600-h/vietnam-scooter.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jAXC3bzd4-A/R49wSNl0adI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uu6WjjvRjm0/s400/vietnam-scooter.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156463556550748626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We leave for Thailand tomorrow morning. There are 3 things we must do while in Thailand:&lt;br /&gt;1. See an actual kick boxing match&lt;br /&gt;2. Eat the bugs from the cart we saw on the street last time&lt;br /&gt;3. See the "heavy" sex show with animals and tricks (I'll leave the rest to your imagination)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, we have not ingested any strange creatures. I'm hoping to change that. Did I tell you how hot and humid it is here?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1557588111605279388-3888733296660987140?l=azanboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azanboy.blogspot.com/feeds/3888733296660987140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1557588111605279388&amp;postID=3888733296660987140' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1557588111605279388/posts/default/3888733296660987140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1557588111605279388/posts/default/3888733296660987140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azanboy.blogspot.com/2007/12/1st-day.html' title='1st Day'/><author><name>Azanboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15904072949046609930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jAXC3bzd4-A/R49wSNl0adI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uu6WjjvRjm0/s72-c/vietnam-scooter.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1557588111605279388.post-6131637859537451389</id><published>2007-12-23T21:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-30T00:06:33.752-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Trip Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well, we leave for Vietnam in about 11 hours. I don't know how much sleep I'll be getting tonight. We have so much luggage it would make your head spin. Thank goodness there's a 50 lb limit, or else I would be in serious trouble. Even then, Anny managed to fill up 4 suitcases full of stuff. I'm going to take a picture of all the luggage. It's a site to behold. I think we have packed everything, me especially. My closet and dressers are basically empty now that every piece of clothing I have are in the suitcases. I'll have some updates once we land in Vietnam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1557588111605279388-6131637859537451389?l=azanboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azanboy.blogspot.com/feeds/6131637859537451389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1557588111605279388&amp;postID=6131637859537451389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1557588111605279388/posts/default/6131637859537451389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1557588111605279388/posts/default/6131637859537451389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azanboy.blogspot.com/2007/12/trip-day.html' title='Trip Day'/><author><name>Azanboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15904072949046609930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1557588111605279388.post-7164437074171709771</id><published>2007-12-20T10:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-22T20:59:53.025-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reaction Video'/><title type='text'>BME Pain Olympics</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ok, so after watching 2girls1cup, I didn't think it could get worse. It can. I heard about BME Pain Olympics from a 2girls1cup reaction video on youtube. Since the last video turned out pretty good, we decided to give this one a shot too. Big mistake. This is probably the sickest video I have seen yet, and I've seen a lot. Anny couldn't watch and I had a hard time breathing after the video was done. Bad images still pop into my head from time to time. I think the video has messed me up for life. In any case, here's our reaction video:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kietvan.com/gs/BME_Reaction.wmv" target="_blank"&gt;Reaction Video&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the link to the video for you sick f*ckers out there. There are at least 2 versions out there. Here is probably the worst of the 2 I have seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flurl.com/item/Hatchet_vs_Genitals_u_199612" target="_blank"&gt;BME Pain Olympics (Final Round) NSFW&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1557588111605279388-7164437074171709771?l=azanboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azanboy.blogspot.com/feeds/7164437074171709771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1557588111605279388&amp;postID=7164437074171709771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1557588111605279388/posts/default/7164437074171709771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1557588111605279388/posts/default/7164437074171709771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azanboy.blogspot.com/2007/12/bme-pain-olympics.html' title='BME Pain Olympics'/><author><name>Azanboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15904072949046609930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1557588111605279388.post-2885607926404275440</id><published>2007-12-20T10:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-30T00:05:45.348-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reaction Video'/><title type='text'>2 girls 1 cup reaction</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So I ran into a couple of videos people have posted on youtube of them watching a clip called 2girls1cup. From the looks of it, it's pretty nasty and disgusting. Just my type of video. I stole my cousin's webcam for the night and Anny and I watched the video and made our own reaction video. WOW! That's really all I can really say. Check out our video:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kietvan.com/gs/2girls1cup_reaction.wmv" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Reaction Video&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a link to the actual video for all you that are as sick as I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.2girls1cup.com/" target="_blank"&gt;2girls1cup NSFW&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1557588111605279388-2885607926404275440?l=azanboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azanboy.blogspot.com/feeds/2885607926404275440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1557588111605279388&amp;postID=2885607926404275440' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1557588111605279388/posts/default/2885607926404275440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1557588111605279388/posts/default/2885607926404275440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azanboy.blogspot.com/2007/12/1-girls-2-cup-reaction.html' title='2 girls 1 cup reaction'/><author><name>Azanboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15904072949046609930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
