Crikey, it's one month until Christmas, and I've not thought about my shopping, weird to be that close to the festive season and still sweating like a pig that's finished a marathon and been stuck in an oven. Is 7 months on the road too, but sob, only 10 days to go, nevermind. So the nightbus from Nha Trang, pretty awfull, it had a few twatpackers on it (my pet name for spolit brat types) who prattled on all night, usually about how amazingly pissed they got all the time, yawn! Then I had the much feared person next to me, oversized, overopinionated, overpoweringly sweaty and smelly, the person you fervently fear you won't be sitting next to, but then do. Could the old git keep to his side of seats, could he bollocks, still sharp
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