Jungilist Massive.
We have been dirty, and sweaty, and muddy, and bloody.
but noone would know it after our GQ trip to Hoi An...In four short hours (of which B and G were found on the most beautiful beach with Guitar and Larue in hand) The kooky ladies at Bich My fashioned some tailor made outfits to get us back to what matters...LOOKING GREAT.
There aren't nearly enough mirrors in this country for such a vain young man, but just looking at the Brant, I know our whole dynamic has changed. Watch out Hanoi...we're going to break your neck.
In a warehouse, in 40 degree heat, one hundred seamstresses busily put ideas to fine linens, and cottons.
The prize in my collection (Easily the coolest clothing item I have ever owned!) I could describe for you...but I think it words could not compliment it enuf! we'll all just have to wait for the next round of pictias!

Now we sit in Hue awaiting a treacherous 13 hour bus ride to the big city.
Lets hope the driver stays awake, and Uncle Ho guides us Safely through his land.
Big Peace to all of your nations.
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"Fairy Spring" : the Seashell collector's Guide.
Crazy spend in Vietnam...time that is. We've managed to get less than a quarter up this behemoth South China oceanside. Yet we can't help but feel proud of the progress.
From Ho Chi Minh we departed on a cramped night bus with the TM Brothers for Mui Ne. With the entirety of the people aboard moving on, it was by sheer luck we didn't end up in Hanoi.
or was it?
Mui Ne is a resort town for Lovers and rich folks, and Rich folk lovers. It is totally beyond my belief that such a beautiful beach sits there untouched (Literally we saw less than 100 tourists on a 2km stretch of sand.)
We whiled yesterday away with some very good friends. Chris and David, They're from Sweden and Kate! Kate's from Albequerque . The new guitar, and beer and rum gave us much good cheer. I caught a sand crab, and we all collected the coolest shells.
We crammed today full with a tour of The Sand Dunes...white and red and that freakin Fairy Spring that Keith's pictures made seem so damned appealing. It was a cool trip, in a rugged old Jeep...but The stench of rotten Coconuts, and Fish made the trekking less than awe inspiring. I think Brant was nearly swallowed by a dirt avalanche...that would have really sucked I think.
At midday we arranged to hop on the bus bound for Nha Trang, which is where I sit in the Blue Star Hotel, after feasting on three courses of fresh shrimp and squid.

breath dude. just breath.
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DIG DEEP AND SMILE COMRADES!

Hail Ho Chi Minh. You da man.
Today it was a 1/2 day at Cu Chi tunnels, chillin' with Kahn (a southerner :-( ) who informed us on how to defend ourselves from total annihilation by the Red, White and Blue. Sure it seems all a bit subjective, but it's a subjective world...and a one-sided war at that. It just goes to show that when Canada is the last bastion of oil in the world we can always dig...DIG DEEP AND SMILE COMRADES!
It's been humorous ebb and flow of our tourist undertaking thus far in Vietnam. Point and fact, the War Remnants Museum that we visited yesterday was once named something along the lines of "The American attrocities Museum" but due to the influx of tourism here by said Superpower Titles are taking a more liberal view of the whole matter. The joke quickly stops there...I only need to see one two-headed fetus in a fermeldahide bottle.
Check another vulgar tourist sight off the list.
I was 6 feet under ground today and crawled 90 feet through a hole maybe 20,000 people onced scurried though to defend their land. Big fun, and Big Hot. Brant spent a third of that looking at my ass...Brants funny, I got a picture to prove it.
I guess the crappy part (besides like all the War and stuff becky) is that the Beer here su---ux. And everything is E--expensive. So we leave tonight for Mui Ne, That's right MORE BEACH, Byotch.
Perhaps we'll re-nact our entire jouney for you with plastic army men and an Ant Farm when we return...

If we return WAAAAHAHAHAHAHAAAAA!
Hmmm I smell lucious Art.
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It is O.K. to not remember what has yet to happen
ANGKOR WHAT?

The road to Cambode!

ROBOT MASTER A6 IS YOUR GUIDE...BOOOYAKASHAA!


The head and the Mind are equal in most respects.

Sunrise over Angkor...I woke up at 5am for this yall.

"Angelina Jolie wuz here"...is carved into the roots

The base of the terrace of the leper king. look close they are all in the act of self-copulation. speaking of....

Birth of Brant, Angkor stylez

Birth of Ged, Angkor stylez 2!

No seriously though, check out the cover of Lonely Planet Camodia...Here's Johnny.
We got his signature Mad styles...He's 90 and lives in a cave from the 11th century so it looks like the writing of a 2 yr. old child...but c'mon people put ya damn hans-up!

Happy trails friends...We'll see you in Vietnam.
The Land of Pho and Bun.
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An ode to a tooth...and six beautiful strings...No not floss.
Let me just quickly tell you how awesome my new Italian sandals are...and Sihanoukville, well Brant put you all in tune for that. I'll tell you the truth though, about 5 minutes ago I looked inside the abyss that remains where his 1/2 tooth once roold the roost. And that pretty Cambodian nurse left him with a 25th the smile that once set on these shores.
Yes surely these are times to slow the pace and take in some Hunter S. Thompson for a little guide book for the weeks to come. His sentiments could not compile my feelings more, as I argue with a 10 year old child for 2 hours over the price of fruit fruit fruit.
Goodbye to Grahame as well, great man that he is. Will we ever have a frog shack with which to stretch our brains upon like leather in the old west. Did they even do that?

Krazy as it sounds we'll be leaving all this in a short while
Oh, yes it's been nice, but truth be told my utterances have regressed to grunts
To Ho Chi Minh where we can make sense of the world again. Yes. History, Work
Every man and woman is only a pupil to the environment he/she keeps.
Reclining in a Hammock on the waterfront does not an intellegent human make
Only the strong will survive, and by this I mean in the heart of darkness
Let's all take a moment to consider the very real possibilty that this is a new day.

But not more than 5 days in a row.
may I also introduce to you an addition to our two person PARTY. Yes, today after we wrenched part of Brants face off, we treated ouirselves to a beautiful new Acoustic Guitar. For a measly 22 dollars we are now like Nelson, or Extreme, on our 2005 Cambodia tour. Hell they even threw in a travel bag. some strings and gigantic japanese picks. Now lets hope I can remember that Ewan McGregor ditty for all these fat Dutch travellers to consume.

We love you all, and we sing songs about the good times only.
Sorry no Swear words, we just go oooooooon!
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P-NOM PEN and FULL POWER
Well Hello...Another bender in the big city.
GAAAWWWD. Who brought Beer Lao into this country
We got some shopping in yesterday, At the central Market, Which is this Older than Canada looking dome contraption. There we bought Hammocks, and T-shirts, and headphones, and almost got suckered into a Gameboy Advance...Alas the bartering got the better of us.
There is no accounting for the consumate Bartering our daily lives consist of , We've just come from our guest house (OKAY)that enlists the services of about twenty tuk-tuk drivers to do small tasks like serve coffee, and turn on the dvd player. In return they get to hound the guests at all hours with the repetitive four word slander "Where you go?" At times this works in our favour, for instance by haggeling with three people at once yesterday, I believe we got the best price in all three cases as our time was short for each person. So we succesfully bought a hammock, shot down a 5yr. old bookseller, and got a ride to our guesthouse all at the best rate.

Today we go check out some genocide at the killing fields and S21. We'll just see if shooting AK-47's (a regular tour stop) is in the cards after a long day of learning Cambodia's bloody history. Somehow with a head full of hangover, The prattle of gunfire may get to this old boy woozy. Oh yeah and WE'RE GOING TO A MUSEUM ABOUT THE KILLING OF HUNDREDS OF THOUSANDS OF PEOPLE maybe not.

Pictures by the bucketload are on the way.
- posted by Combine Harvester @ 8:38 PM 2 comments