King Kong finger

I remember a time when the prospect of riding on a sleeper bus was exciting. After finally testing the water, I can say that it is a miserable experience. I don't care to talk much about it, besides that it feels like sleeping in a sarcophagus. For the brief period when I did sleep, I had a wildly inappropriate and highly lucid dream.

Hoi An is a cool town. It's pretty but I feel there are equivelant cities in all other countries I've been so far. The nightlife is not huge but there are some decent spots. We went to a bar the other night called King Kong bar. It most reminded me of the Rat from Binghamton. Except this place didn't have nearly as much urine on the floor, and there weren't nearly as many assholes, and it wasn't packed with 17 year olds. Ok, it was nothing like the Rat but that's the vibe I got. We were walking home at about 4 in the morning and the town was dead as an old corpse. Thats until we got to the market. It was absolutely bustling. I assume everyone was getting ready to fish or sell fish. I suppose that would be the best time.

I was considering getting a suit here because you can get a tailored suit for 40 bucks. I decided against it because I already have an all purpose suit, even though it fits like a garbage bag. Instead I bought a souvenir pipe that is the baddest ass pipe I've seen.