Crimes Against Karaoke
Ho Chi Minh City Travel Blog› entry 5 of 11 › view all entries
December 15th, 2007 – by: fayebe0
This morning I was once again sat in Bangkok Airport, the 3rd time this week, in fact all together I will have been in that airport 5 times before I leave Souh East Asia. But I'm not complaining, I love airports and people watching so I was quite content. While making my way to the gate I discovered a brilliant sport that resembles volley ball but instead of handling the ball with their hands they used their feet (anyone any ideas?) and as I regretfully left the TV, Thailand were winning against Vietnam.
My parents are themselves on the move, they are going to Pattaya, to stop with my mom's cousin Peter and his Thai wife Min. After my stay in Vietnam I to shall be finding my way there as well.
My first night in Ho Chi Minh City, or Saigon as everyone seems to call it, was a very different affair to my first night in Bangkok. My flight lands and as I exit arrivals I spot my friend Brett...and Nelly, who as it turns out is Brett's Vietnamese girlfriend. After introducing us he confides in me that he's 'a bit pished', easy enough to spot and smell. Apparently he'd been getting to know Jim Bean all day long with aload of Nelly's friends. Thanks for waiting! They drop me off at my hotel and I freshen up before the evening begins. We meet two of Brett's fellow 'student teachers' Bernie and Keiran - both friendly and fun. We eat at a vendor on the street where the lady taking the orders is baffled to learn that I want noodles without meat. Afterwards we venture towards a karaoke bar and so the bad singing begins. Nelly is a beautiful singer and soon puts the rest of us to shame as we garble on to the likes of Brown Eyed Girl, I'm A Believer and a strange version of Dolly Parton's 9-5. We are the last to leave as the patient staff hint that they are closing and so we drink up, sing out and walk home.
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