Invasion Day Abroad and Dinner
There’s nothing like being away from Australia on Invasion/Australia day!!!! THAT makes me celebrate! Not one person today will scream “WhoooooHooooooo” at me out of a ute. Bril.
I forgot, because I’m an incompetent assclown that Rose and I had dinner with a chap named Paul from the dump trip. He brought a lovely young girl, and getting back to that incompetent streak, I’ve spent the day trying to remember her name.
Instead of pretending her name is Sophia, which I know it’s not, I’ll make up some cool name for her…. Jojangya (Ho-yang-ya).
Paul and Jojangya were EAP teachers from Saigon and gave us a bunch of advice about teaching and travelling in Vietnam which was a great help.
Jojangya then came back to our hotel room and had sex. Sorry I couldn’t resist that. She’d just been hit on by some international man of mystery (by mystery, I mean a one armed spanish sounding old man who tried to get her to come back to his room and perform the coup de gras on his crotch) earlier that day.
We’re gunna catch up with Paul, and his sultry-named sidekick, Jojangya in the land of the big PX, Saigon.
You missed out this year – cars had australian flags on them … everywhere.
EVERYWHERE. I was surprised so many people got them. They littered the side of the freeway for a while too, usually soiled, torn, empty shells of the former flaggy glory.