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An Accident in Danang
Decided to ride a bike from Hoi An to Hue (132km) with Sara and Nicholas, a German couple we met in Siem Reap and then met again in Hoi An. We had arranged the bikes through a small family run company and they would take our bags up to Hue – so we didn’t need to carry them on the bikes, and they would pick up the bikes there. $20 USD for the bike for the day which was a good deal considering we didn’t have to return it back to Hoi An. I had ridden the semi-auto bike the day before to Marble Mountain with Lionel on the back.…
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Don’t be That Guy (or Girl) to order Crab and then Complain
Don’t be this girl. She ordered a Crab dish at the Crab Market, in a Crab Restaurant (literally called ‘The Crab Kitchen’). When the dish came she complained and asked for the staff to take out all of the meat from the shell as it was ‘too messy’ for her to do it herself. Don’t eat crab then. De-shelling it, and fighting to get to the meat is the best part. Duh.
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Don’t Be That Guy – 7 km’s of Beach and you decide to set up 15 metres from us?
No one else on this 7 km long beach, and a group of five people on three very loud motorbikes, decide to literally set up their beach towels 15 metres from us. Seriously? There’s 7 kilometres! Don’t be these guys.
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Don’t Be That Guy and Run Out of Cash (After You’ve Had The Drinks)
Don’t rock up at a small family owned business completely stoned, then proceed to drink six $1 mojitos, then realise you only have one dollar in your wallet. Don’t Be That Guy.
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Taking Doxy-Moron
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Don’t Be That Guy at a War Museum
Yes, it might be cool to have a photo of you posing with a gun, but it’s just a bit odd to get your girlfriend to follow you around taking photos as you grab different guns and pose on top of different war vehicles. Especially in the presence of people who were forced to join armies they did not understand, fight a war they did not understand, and who lost most family members in a war, when they were only children. Don’t Be That Guy.
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Don’t Be That Guy – Disrespecting Temples
Went to see the famed Angkor Archaeological Park, north of Siem Reap, today. Full update to come. Some things we noticed. – People climbing on top of ruins to get that ‘one, special, must-have photo’ to prove they came to the temples. – People climbing over roped off areas, to stand on ruins to get that ‘one, special, must-have photo’ to prove they came to the temples. – People shouting/yelling at their friends in front of ‘no shouting/yelling’ signs. – People blatantly littering. – Girls not getting the memo about covering your shoulders and knees when entering the temples. Even when there are signs EVERYWHERE, each guesthouse/hotel mentions it before…
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Got me some Travel Pants But Not the Elephant Pants
You can spot them a mile away. The traveller who just started travelling, and thinks they’re a traveller, but really, they’re just the weirdo in hippy, flow-y pants. Treading the path that thousands have treaded before. Usually they come in a repetitive elephant motif, and can be bought for a buck or two at the market. The funniest is when you see friends traveling together in matching pants, but various colours. Mine? No elephants, but still ridiculous. My main aim? To not wear butt-cracking shorts in religious or more conservative areas in SE Asia.
