Well, I'm not traveling in Vietnam anymore. And the last week and a half since I returned has been... absolutely great. Admittedly, I'm a little bit down on sleep. Recouping from the timezone change has been nasty. (It was nastier last week, but it should be done in a little bit, which is reassuring.)
In other big news: yesterday I got on food stamps. This makes me (oddly enough) very proud. Of course, things are a bit awkward, since I have to figure out how to get the documentation they want (not all of which is straightforward).
Finally, I'm a writer again. And that means that I need to a) write and write a bunch and b) learn how to be a better writer - probably by reading really good examples of the sorts of writing I want to be doing. In my writing, I'm aiming for clarity, concision, and memorable - but not gratuitous - turns of phrase. The goal is for these fragments to register as something "special" in the minds of people who read my prose - I wish I knew how to craft them!
Thursday, May 14, 2009
Wednesday, April 29, 2009
Cool Coincidences
My taxi arrived at the hotel Nhi Nhi at about 7:45 - 15 minutes earlier than scheduled. So, that was good. I guess. I climbed in, chatted a little bit with the driver, (limited by my extremely small vocabulary in Vietnamese, and his practically non-existent vocabulary in English) and drove to Da Nang. There were a few moments of communication - points at which I would say something and he would respond with words I didn't understand - but for the most part it was a boring ride characterized by torrential rainfall. I briefly imagined what it would be like to be a soldier living in that kind of environment without any way to get truly dry, even when it stopped raining, and I shuddered. Yuck. Then I stopped envisioning it, because that was a truly bothersome image. Calais was nowhere near this bad - colder, yes, but it wasn't raining as hard. It reminded me mostly of thunderstorms in the American Southwest, except lasting for ages and ages instead of for just a few minutes.
We arrived at the airport and the taxi driver helped me get my bag out of his trunk, then disappeared. I went in and adjusted some things, but dropped my plane ticket on the floor. A Vietnamese man appeared out of nowhere - ok, I was looking at the floor, so "nowhere" means "all but six square feet directly in front of me" - to pick up my ticket and hand it to me. He asked if I remembered him, (to be completely honest, most Vietnamese look more or less the same) and then I realized that it was Nghi, the guide from my cycling tour on the Mekong delta! He and I chatted for a while, then I grabbed my ticket and entered the waiting room (on the way, the unusually vigilant security people made me get rid of my heavily rum+gin spiked Fanta bottle, which I drank a fair bit of before tossing, so now I'm feeling a little bit tipsy). In the waiting room, we sat together and chatted for another while before running out of things to say. Eh. Whatever. He's a sweet guy. Thinking of you, Dad.
We arrived at the airport and the taxi driver helped me get my bag out of his trunk, then disappeared. I went in and adjusted some things, but dropped my plane ticket on the floor. A Vietnamese man appeared out of nowhere - ok, I was looking at the floor, so "nowhere" means "all but six square feet directly in front of me" - to pick up my ticket and hand it to me. He asked if I remembered him, (to be completely honest, most Vietnamese look more or less the same) and then I realized that it was Nghi, the guide from my cycling tour on the Mekong delta! He and I chatted for a while, then I grabbed my ticket and entered the waiting room (on the way, the unusually vigilant security people made me get rid of my heavily rum+gin spiked Fanta bottle, which I drank a fair bit of before tossing, so now I'm feeling a little bit tipsy). In the waiting room, we sat together and chatted for another while before running out of things to say. Eh. Whatever. He's a sweet guy. Thinking of you, Dad.
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
Laugh Cafe, languages and flying through the air on the gossamer (actually steel) wings of a beautiful bird (ok, a clunky aeroplane).
As I have started to learn Vietnamese, I have run into a little bit of a problem: my initial plan was to study it for a month, then stop and assess myself to see how much, precisely, I knew. Then I could write to the MSIH with my application, declaring that, as evidence of my language-acquisition capabilities, I learned Vietnamese to a simple conversational level in the space of a month without taking lessons.
But now I like it and I don't want to stop, so I think I'm going to keep on practicing and am also going to start hanging out with Vietnamese folk in Spokane so that I can get better practice.
And then there are French and Russian and Arabic to start (or continue) working on.
Today I have mostly been occupied by walking on the beach, doing fittings at the tailor's and sitting on my computer/munching down amazing food/harassing the poor girls working here with my crappy Vietnamese at the Laugh Café, a little restaurant-non profit that focuses on helping local youth get job experience in the hospitality industry. They've got free wifi and tasty food and extremely tolerant staff.
So that's that, and tonight I fly to Ho Chi Minh City.
But now I like it and I don't want to stop, so I think I'm going to keep on practicing and am also going to start hanging out with Vietnamese folk in Spokane so that I can get better practice.
And then there are French and Russian and Arabic to start (or continue) working on.
Today I have mostly been occupied by walking on the beach, doing fittings at the tailor's and sitting on my computer/munching down amazing food/harassing the poor girls working here with my crappy Vietnamese at the Laugh Café, a little restaurant-non profit that focuses on helping local youth get job experience in the hospitality industry. They've got free wifi and tasty food and extremely tolerant staff.
So that's that, and tonight I fly to Ho Chi Minh City.
Monday, April 27, 2009
Cát Bà, Sa Pa and fucked up flights
I have not updated in a fair long while. This is entirely my fault and should not be blamed on anybody else. Really really.
So, what has happened? A little bit over a week ago, I went to Cát Bà Island to meet up with the chaps at SloPony so that they could give me a climbing lesson. Saturday evening, after arriving, I discovered that Slo had forgotten completely about the lesson and scheduled something on top of it - rough news for me, since I would be getting my lesson two days after I expected and getting back to Hanoi also two days after I had expected. This conflicted with the tour I had booked to Sa Pa, a mountain town in the north of VietNam, which meant that I would probably lose my deposit (I made a nuisance of myself and got $5 back, which I later used to help pay a cab fair to the airport).
However, I resolved in true Riggs-Spirit to enjoy myself heartily. The first night I booked a room via dubious means in a $6 hotel on the waterfront. It was sort of shitty, actually - one of the two beds was infested with ants, there was no towel and there was no toilet paper in the bathroom. So I showered and toweled off with the top sheet off the ant's-bed and used other people's bathrooms. (At bars and restaurants and the like. Seriously.)
The next day I rented a motorbike I went along on the day's climb tour, where the guide taught me how to use a GriGri and then used me as free labor to belay the two climbers. It was quite nice, and the climbers were good folk. After climbing, we went and had beers - one of the climbers was a German jurist, and to provide her with company I actually moved into her hotel for the night (nothing more than dinner company and conversation), especially because her hotel was across the harbor. Taking a little water-taxi across the harbor was great. The thing sat a few inches off the water and the view of the harbor was absolutely fantastic.
She and I took a swim later in the evening, and the phosphorescence was incredible, swirling green lights around limbs and bodies in the water, a series of trailing glows recounting histories of positions past... She wasn't overly thrilled to be talking in English with me (since I'm a native speaker and she would get tired and start fumbling much faster than I would), so she was delighted to discover that we could talk in Spanish.
So, I spent a wholly delightful evening chatting in Spanish with a pretty German jurist named Mellange, spending $8 more than my hotel room of the previous night to sleep in a charming bungaloo on the beach.
Absolutely great. The next day I spent puttering around the island - a local xe om named Ha offered to give me a tour of the island for 50,000Đ (in perspective, about $3) and so he showed me a number of cool things, not least of which was the Hospital Cave, a cave hidden in towering peak that holds a complex of 30 or so rooms that used to be a very James Bond-evil genius-type hideaway, with a swimming pool, cinema, inner sanctum and escape passages and all (no traps - I asked). It was used by the Vietnamese and Chinese in the American and French wars and was never found by the opposing troops. Very cool.
That afternoon I went to the beach and climbed on some rocks to get back in the climbing mood. Just a little bit of bouldering, lots of easy stuff and a little bit that was harder and one that I plotted and then couldn't finish. On Tuesday I took my class. Awesome, absolutely great. Learned to lead climb, lead belay, and took a whole bunch of falls working on the crux of a 10a. Lead falls are a lot bigger than toprope, and falling on lead means that you have to plot your path a lot more carefully. It's really cool.
My instructor, Slo, is a really neat guy. Nearing his fifties, and still absolutely ripped and very muscly. And an amazing instructor and guide. That night I went to get rice noodle soup after having beers with some other people who had been climbing that day, where a group of sixteen Vietnamese men working through a multi-course dinner and a case of dark whiskey decided that I was part of the evening's entertainment. They brought over some whiskey and lined up to take shots with me. I drank about a half a bottle of whiskey by the time they were through with me, and when I returned to the other folk I had been hanging out with I was fully drunk and getting drunker by the minute.
So I didn't drink any more that night, but instead went to play one of them - an Englishman from Sheffield - in pool. I actually did halfway decent (ok, not really, but he sorta sucked also so it was cool), but lost, and then had to pay the wager - riding a tiny tiny children's bicycle through the bar.
I would have been unable to do it while sober. Durnk it was absolutely impossible. I've got photos.
Got back to Hanoi, spent a day or two dicking around and then went to Sa Pa to go trekking. At first I thought I would be the only person on the trek, but then some other folk - two cute, charming accountants from Ireland joined up. So that was fun - they're neat girls, and I actually might run into them tomorrow, but that would be getting ahead of myself.
Trekking was great. Sa Pa is very cool - it's all terraced fields and rice paddies and minority tribes in traditional dress, often falling tourists around and trying to sell them things. But beautiful scenery nonetheless. We stayed in a homestay the first night and the guide and I got very drunk on Happy Water (rice wine). Rough, rough times. But good times. I managed not to hit on the Irish girls at all, or at least not very much, and definitely slept hard.
Sa Pa was just amazing. At one point, I made an overly ambitious step for a rock that turned out to both loose and slippery and fell into a rice paddy, soaking much of my left half in mixed mud and water buffalo dung (I'm going to assume that was all). You haven't experienced joy until you've experienced that. It will be my facebook foto soon.
This morning I shared a taxi to the airport with a pair of Swedish girls - very nice - whom I paid back $5 for the favor (they had already paid). Then I discovered my flight to Huế was actually going to Da Nang, thanks to the Backpacker's Hostel screwing up, so instead of going to Huế I went to Hoi An. Whatever, it was a sign or something.
Now I'm in Hoi An, sitting at the Laugh Cafe (run by a non-profit designed to help Vietnamese youth get into the job market, very chill and very cool, with good food and free internet). So... heck yes.
And I'm updated. If I remember any other stories, they'll go in a new post. And maybe I'll add photos.
So, what has happened? A little bit over a week ago, I went to Cát Bà Island to meet up with the chaps at SloPony so that they could give me a climbing lesson. Saturday evening, after arriving, I discovered that Slo had forgotten completely about the lesson and scheduled something on top of it - rough news for me, since I would be getting my lesson two days after I expected and getting back to Hanoi also two days after I had expected. This conflicted with the tour I had booked to Sa Pa, a mountain town in the north of VietNam, which meant that I would probably lose my deposit (I made a nuisance of myself and got $5 back, which I later used to help pay a cab fair to the airport).
However, I resolved in true Riggs-Spirit to enjoy myself heartily. The first night I booked a room via dubious means in a $6 hotel on the waterfront. It was sort of shitty, actually - one of the two beds was infested with ants, there was no towel and there was no toilet paper in the bathroom. So I showered and toweled off with the top sheet off the ant's-bed and used other people's bathrooms. (At bars and restaurants and the like. Seriously.)
The next day I rented a motorbike I went along on the day's climb tour, where the guide taught me how to use a GriGri and then used me as free labor to belay the two climbers. It was quite nice, and the climbers were good folk. After climbing, we went and had beers - one of the climbers was a German jurist, and to provide her with company I actually moved into her hotel for the night (nothing more than dinner company and conversation), especially because her hotel was across the harbor. Taking a little water-taxi across the harbor was great. The thing sat a few inches off the water and the view of the harbor was absolutely fantastic.
She and I took a swim later in the evening, and the phosphorescence was incredible, swirling green lights around limbs and bodies in the water, a series of trailing glows recounting histories of positions past... She wasn't overly thrilled to be talking in English with me (since I'm a native speaker and she would get tired and start fumbling much faster than I would), so she was delighted to discover that we could talk in Spanish.
So, I spent a wholly delightful evening chatting in Spanish with a pretty German jurist named Mellange, spending $8 more than my hotel room of the previous night to sleep in a charming bungaloo on the beach.
Absolutely great. The next day I spent puttering around the island - a local xe om named Ha offered to give me a tour of the island for 50,000Đ (in perspective, about $3) and so he showed me a number of cool things, not least of which was the Hospital Cave, a cave hidden in towering peak that holds a complex of 30 or so rooms that used to be a very James Bond-evil genius-type hideaway, with a swimming pool, cinema, inner sanctum and escape passages and all (no traps - I asked). It was used by the Vietnamese and Chinese in the American and French wars and was never found by the opposing troops. Very cool.
That afternoon I went to the beach and climbed on some rocks to get back in the climbing mood. Just a little bit of bouldering, lots of easy stuff and a little bit that was harder and one that I plotted and then couldn't finish. On Tuesday I took my class. Awesome, absolutely great. Learned to lead climb, lead belay, and took a whole bunch of falls working on the crux of a 10a. Lead falls are a lot bigger than toprope, and falling on lead means that you have to plot your path a lot more carefully. It's really cool.
My instructor, Slo, is a really neat guy. Nearing his fifties, and still absolutely ripped and very muscly. And an amazing instructor and guide. That night I went to get rice noodle soup after having beers with some other people who had been climbing that day, where a group of sixteen Vietnamese men working through a multi-course dinner and a case of dark whiskey decided that I was part of the evening's entertainment. They brought over some whiskey and lined up to take shots with me. I drank about a half a bottle of whiskey by the time they were through with me, and when I returned to the other folk I had been hanging out with I was fully drunk and getting drunker by the minute.
So I didn't drink any more that night, but instead went to play one of them - an Englishman from Sheffield - in pool. I actually did halfway decent (ok, not really, but he sorta sucked also so it was cool), but lost, and then had to pay the wager - riding a tiny tiny children's bicycle through the bar.
I would have been unable to do it while sober. Durnk it was absolutely impossible. I've got photos.
Got back to Hanoi, spent a day or two dicking around and then went to Sa Pa to go trekking. At first I thought I would be the only person on the trek, but then some other folk - two cute, charming accountants from Ireland joined up. So that was fun - they're neat girls, and I actually might run into them tomorrow, but that would be getting ahead of myself.
Trekking was great. Sa Pa is very cool - it's all terraced fields and rice paddies and minority tribes in traditional dress, often falling tourists around and trying to sell them things. But beautiful scenery nonetheless. We stayed in a homestay the first night and the guide and I got very drunk on Happy Water (rice wine). Rough, rough times. But good times. I managed not to hit on the Irish girls at all, or at least not very much, and definitely slept hard.
Sa Pa was just amazing. At one point, I made an overly ambitious step for a rock that turned out to both loose and slippery and fell into a rice paddy, soaking much of my left half in mixed mud and water buffalo dung (I'm going to assume that was all). You haven't experienced joy until you've experienced that. It will be my facebook foto soon.
This morning I shared a taxi to the airport with a pair of Swedish girls - very nice - whom I paid back $5 for the favor (they had already paid). Then I discovered my flight to Huế was actually going to Da Nang, thanks to the Backpacker's Hostel screwing up, so instead of going to Huế I went to Hoi An. Whatever, it was a sign or something.
Now I'm in Hoi An, sitting at the Laugh Cafe (run by a non-profit designed to help Vietnamese youth get into the job market, very chill and very cool, with good food and free internet). So... heck yes.
And I'm updated. If I remember any other stories, they'll go in a new post. And maybe I'll add photos.
Friday, April 17, 2009
I am terrible at uploading photos. That said, I promise that I will eventually upload some photos (and I'll upload them in posts past as well, to provide some perspective).
Last night I got an email from the climb shop on Cat Ba island, to the effect of, "we don't usually do solo lessons, but a) you've already climbed with us, b) we think you're decent and c) you seemed really interested so we'll give you a lead climbing lesson (complete with lead climbing, lead belaying and falling)." So, hell yes. I need to get there by Saturday evening in order to start early Sunday morning (and I need to figure out how I'll wake up Sunday morning), but I've got an all-day climb lesson with Slo in a style of climbing I hadn't planned on touching for at least another few months.
Hell yes.
Last night I met Lia Garcia, couchsurfer extraordinaire and party animal, for beers, tasty street food and fun stories. She's a neat girl and I recommend her highly. After we parted ways, I went to an Irish bar (yes, in Hanoi) where I sung Foreigner and tried to get sexy Aussie/Kiwi girls to dance with me (somewhat successfully - the key is to get the first one to dance with you, and then the rest start getting interested too).
It's been recommended to me that I go to Sapa and take a three day trek up and down a mountain. That sounds really nice, and so now I need to figure out what my schedule is. Heh. So, good luck to me!
I've got plenty of conflicting desires. It would also be nice to hang out with the couchsurfing community for a while in Saigon. It would be nice to go to Hué and hang out for a day or two. It would be nice to take a bus down to HCMC. Eh. We'll see.
Last night I got an email from the climb shop on Cat Ba island, to the effect of, "we don't usually do solo lessons, but a) you've already climbed with us, b) we think you're decent and c) you seemed really interested so we'll give you a lead climbing lesson (complete with lead climbing, lead belaying and falling)." So, hell yes. I need to get there by Saturday evening in order to start early Sunday morning (and I need to figure out how I'll wake up Sunday morning), but I've got an all-day climb lesson with Slo in a style of climbing I hadn't planned on touching for at least another few months.
Hell yes.
Last night I met Lia Garcia, couchsurfer extraordinaire and party animal, for beers, tasty street food and fun stories. She's a neat girl and I recommend her highly. After we parted ways, I went to an Irish bar (yes, in Hanoi) where I sung Foreigner and tried to get sexy Aussie/Kiwi girls to dance with me (somewhat successfully - the key is to get the first one to dance with you, and then the rest start getting interested too).
It's been recommended to me that I go to Sapa and take a three day trek up and down a mountain. That sounds really nice, and so now I need to figure out what my schedule is. Heh. So, good luck to me!
I've got plenty of conflicting desires. It would also be nice to hang out with the couchsurfing community for a while in Saigon. It would be nice to go to Hué and hang out for a day or two. It would be nice to take a bus down to HCMC. Eh. We'll see.
Thursday, April 16, 2009
Addicted to rocks and can't get my mind off them.
I haven't updated in a few days: I've been on a boat tour of Halong Bay (tons of granite pillows sitting on top of the water, stuck in a junk with a whole bunch of tourists, kayaking, hiking and rock climbing... rough stuff, truly).
That said, stuff is good. I don't really know what to update you about on my trip to Halong Bay... I'll post pictures and explanatory paragraphs. It was great. I'm very tired (went to sleep at one, awoke at quarter of six by accident) but happy. In a little bit I will go to Ho Chi Minh's mausoleum with the Swedish backpackers I was drinking beer and playing pool with last night. Unfortunately, the icelanders are already gone and the french girl I met this morning has already gone over to the mausoleum.
Such is life.
If the schedule permits, I'm going to go back to Halong Bay and get lead certified. It would be beautiful, although it's hard to know if it will work out for certain. Shame, although I suppose that "what happens happens," in the famously (effervescent?) phrase of Douglass Adams.
I'm meeting loads of neat couchsurfers, and I'm just about ready to start writing my article. Almost. Almost.
This afternoon I'm going to nap and work on my medicine articles and on blog entries. Touring in Halong Bay has pretty much prevented me from doing any productive work.
Dad flew back to the States yesterday. He should have arrived an hour or so ago. Hi Dad! The Aussie girls that were going to catch a cab with you to the airport grabbed me yesterday (unfortunately not literally) to apologize for bailing on you (their flight was moved, they stayed up too late and they didn't wake up till you were already gone).
So... godspeed and I wish everybody the best of luck.
That said, stuff is good. I don't really know what to update you about on my trip to Halong Bay... I'll post pictures and explanatory paragraphs. It was great. I'm very tired (went to sleep at one, awoke at quarter of six by accident) but happy. In a little bit I will go to Ho Chi Minh's mausoleum with the Swedish backpackers I was drinking beer and playing pool with last night. Unfortunately, the icelanders are already gone and the french girl I met this morning has already gone over to the mausoleum.
Such is life.
If the schedule permits, I'm going to go back to Halong Bay and get lead certified. It would be beautiful, although it's hard to know if it will work out for certain. Shame, although I suppose that "what happens happens," in the famously (effervescent?) phrase of Douglass Adams.
I'm meeting loads of neat couchsurfers, and I'm just about ready to start writing my article. Almost. Almost.
This afternoon I'm going to nap and work on my medicine articles and on blog entries. Touring in Halong Bay has pretty much prevented me from doing any productive work.
Dad flew back to the States yesterday. He should have arrived an hour or so ago. Hi Dad! The Aussie girls that were going to catch a cab with you to the airport grabbed me yesterday (unfortunately not literally) to apologize for bailing on you (their flight was moved, they stayed up too late and they didn't wake up till you were already gone).
So... godspeed and I wish everybody the best of luck.
Sunday, April 12, 2009
Free beer and English competitions
Yesterday was a really great day. But I better start at the beginning: two nights before, Hoi, Bào and Dao took Mera, Reyna and I to a vegetarian restaurant for dinner. Absolutely delicious food, it was the first time I'd ever eaten breadfruit (mit). It was their sort-of good-bye dinner: they would be busy all the next day with classes and English Club things, and then Reyna would leave the next morning (yesterday, to keep y0u on track) early in the morning.
Mera and Reyna are the 17yo and 14yo girls that I had been chaperoning for the week. I guess I just don't seem like the type to get innocent girls into more than a very healthy little bit of trouble.
I got back in touch with Dao on Friday evening and got Hoa's phone number from him. I gave her a call that evening and coordinated. We gradually arranged that she would pick me up at the hotel at 8 and take me to the competition the medical school English Club was arranging.
Which brings us to Saturday, and I had the great fortune to sit and spectate a Vietnamese English competition for about 5 hours throughout the day, with a break taken for Hoa to show my Dad and I another vegetarian restaurant for us to eat lunch with her at (we bought) and for her to be a guide through the warrens of the city market and for us to give her a stethoscope as a form of "Thanks for translating and stuff."
That was nice, and the afternoon was also pretty good - watched more English competition, bid my adieus to Dao, Baò, Hoi, Hong and Hoa and hopped on a plane to Hanoi.
The flight was fine. I was pretty tired, but it was fine.
The driver who picked us up from the airport, now, he was an amazing embodiment of a stereotype: He started out driving normally, but then he got a call on his cell phone that pissed him off something awful... and so he slowed down to shout at the guy. When he hung up, someone would call him right back and they'd shout for a while, and he'd send lots of text messages and pull over to the side of the street and stop so that he could communicate better.
Ridiculous.
Today I bought an English - Vietnamese dictionary, and this afternoon we'll be meeting a local couchsurfer. I don't have any idea for the evening, but tomorrow morning we leave for a tour of Halong Bay.
Dad will be there for two days, one night, but I'll be there for three days, two nights... and the second day is going to be full of rock-climbing, so I'll take lots of fotos of me for the blog.
Now there's free beer and a barbeque at the hostel, so...
Mera and Reyna are the 17yo and 14yo girls that I had been chaperoning for the week. I guess I just don't seem like the type to get innocent girls into more than a very healthy little bit of trouble.
I got back in touch with Dao on Friday evening and got Hoa's phone number from him. I gave her a call that evening and coordinated. We gradually arranged that she would pick me up at the hotel at 8 and take me to the competition the medical school English Club was arranging.
Which brings us to Saturday, and I had the great fortune to sit and spectate a Vietnamese English competition for about 5 hours throughout the day, with a break taken for Hoa to show my Dad and I another vegetarian restaurant for us to eat lunch with her at (we bought) and for her to be a guide through the warrens of the city market and for us to give her a stethoscope as a form of "Thanks for translating and stuff."
That was nice, and the afternoon was also pretty good - watched more English competition, bid my adieus to Dao, Baò, Hoi, Hong and Hoa and hopped on a plane to Hanoi.
The flight was fine. I was pretty tired, but it was fine.
The driver who picked us up from the airport, now, he was an amazing embodiment of a stereotype: He started out driving normally, but then he got a call on his cell phone that pissed him off something awful... and so he slowed down to shout at the guy. When he hung up, someone would call him right back and they'd shout for a while, and he'd send lots of text messages and pull over to the side of the street and stop so that he could communicate better.
Ridiculous.
Today I bought an English - Vietnamese dictionary, and this afternoon we'll be meeting a local couchsurfer. I don't have any idea for the evening, but tomorrow morning we leave for a tour of Halong Bay.
Dad will be there for two days, one night, but I'll be there for three days, two nights... and the second day is going to be full of rock-climbing, so I'll take lots of fotos of me for the blog.
Now there's free beer and a barbeque at the hostel, so...
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