I AM SO ABSURDLY ANGRY THAT I CANNOT THINK OF A BETTER NAME FOR THIS BLOODY POST

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I officially hate Hoi-an, and by extension Vietnam. It is 6am and I have been woken up - and am being kept up - by impossibly loud, and also terrible (I mean this; it's APPALLING) music. Cue a very testy PJ-clad trip downstairs to berate and implore reception to get it to stop. Because - I don't know if I've communicated this enough - it's 6 IN THE BLOODY MORNING. I should not be awake. I SHOULD NOT EVEN NEARLY BE AWAKE.

But no. Reception man tells me that it is the effing military blaring the music (it can barely be called that; I like music. This cannot be music. But music is quicker to type than cacophany). They are calling the 18 to 25-year-olds to conscript, or something. Well, I hadn't realised they bloody wanted us to join! Because they've bloody woken me up, haven't they?!?!

Now I understand the Americans' desire to pulverise the Vietnamese to nothing more than a fine dust. If that.

P.S. Obviously this is Elana. Mike would never write this. He's too scared that the Vietnamese might come and get us for dissenting.
And also he has rolled over and gone back to sleep. Lucky bastard.

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Comments

[Gideon]

Really very funny
This is so unbelievably Elana. I am giggling as I type. Giggle Giggle