Be Careful What You Wish For
Last we caught up, I was bemoaning the rather pitiful track record of hangovers in Vietnam and was thinking that a night out might be in order so as to change that situation. Mission accomplished!
After a rather uneventful but enjoyable sojourn to the beach, I headed back to my hotel and whilst supping a few beers to get me in the mood ended up watching the doggies get trounced by the Cats. Yes I know. Football! Me! Anyway headed into town and sat down @ a cafe where moments later I was invited to join two solo travellers. The first was a 57 year old Perth guy who told me "my friends call me Spud," and so I did! The other was a young Irish guy named John. After a number of beers, they both suggested we move on somewhere else just to mix it up a little bit. And so the night begun.
Waiting for us at the kerbside were a veritable army of xe om drivers ready to take us around town. Where we ended up was the King Kong bar on Cam Nam Island just across from Hoi An. What a veritable den of iniquity this place was. Free shots, loud music, dancing on the pool table and open all night! You get the picture....
Things steadily regressed as the night wore on and the shouts of "free shots" had all and sundry rushing to the bar to ravenously devour the medicinal shots. Didnt matter that they tasted like poo. Free is good (or, at least until the next day) and I was quite happy to down four or five at a time. Spud was a sensible man and departed sometime around 2am. I have no clue when I finally decided that I was an incomprehensible mess, but I left John behind and made my way back to my hotel, taking another drunken motorbike ride through the early morning streets of Hoi An.
The next day I awoke to the deadening feeling that this wasnt a hangover that was going to be saved by the black doctor (Coke, for those not in the know), by copious amounts of food or by any exercise. Thus, i didnt make it out of my room until about 1700hrs whereupon I walked to the restaurant next door and ordered Spring Rolls, promptly followed by Salted Squid Hot Butter, plus a couple of Cokes, which after wolfing down, I returned to my hotel room and watched The Bourne Identity. Dreadful day.
John turned out to be somewhat of a bad influence but a cool dude and we have since had a couple of good drunken nights in Hue. More later.