Hello World! How it all began:

How it all began:

One year ago last July (2009) we found ourselves duomo hopping in Italy, crutching and wheeling our way around London, and eating disgustingly massive quantities of cheese in France. Some little bug, let’s call him Dom the travel slug, tickled our fancy pantsies. We’ve been dreaming about deserted beaches ever since.


Now, as all of you know, we have a few sharks in the water. They will be dead by December 14th, we promise you that. Well, hopefully. They’ll at least be subdued. This trip is our journey of self-discovery, of healing, of adventure, and love. Love for ourselves, each other, the people around us and the countries of Thailand, Laos, Vietnam and Cambodia. We’d love for you to join us on this trip through our blog—into the jungles of our minds, we mean Thailand, the villages of Laos, the rivers of Vietnam and the temples of Cambodia. Welcome to Southeast Asia.

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Our version of Eat, Pray, Love..

Our version of Eat, Pray, Love..
This is OUR version of EAT, PRAY, LOVE

Saturday, 19 February 2011

Stop 22: Binh wanting to do Karaoke! -- Ninh Binh, Vietnam

We spent one day and one night in Ninh Binh, a small town about four hours south of Hanoi. The hotel staff were just a tad less a$$holey then Hanoi, but still managed to make us hate them and their existence. Wow, we are BEEZIES. The restaurant staff wasn’t any better, serving our Dutch amigos everything they ordered and us… only French fries. We had ordered fish and rice, but apparently when you run out of an ingredient in Asia you don’t say anything and just hope the customer doesn’t notice… we noticed. In the evening we had our first taste of true Vietnamese Karaoke. This consists of entering someone’s home/lobby, being escorted up to the bedrooms/karaoke rooms and being told to keep it down when the clock struck midnight. We sang our hearts out to Ba Ba Black Sheep and other American classics.

The next morning we headed to Ninh Binh’s main tourist attraction: a girthy river dotted with countless Vietnamese tourists wearing conical hats as they floated into the distance. Huge limestone karsts and mountains surrounded us as we occasionally spotted the lone goat climbing the cliffs… idiot. We secretly wished he would fall off, and we not so secretly wished the Vietnamese life-jacket wearing bags of fun would accidentally fall out of their boats. We floated under cliffs and through narrow canals, powered by our Vietnamese rower’s feet as she pushed the oars to and fro. Baaaa. (goat’s cry)

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