Old friends

Blessed I was indeed to have Vietnam graced by the man they call 'big', that man is Toby Murrill. Reuniting with the Hoff after almost 2 years, there could only have ever been one outcome. It involved drink. It involved sand. It involved sun. Most importantly, it involved HT. There were fruitbats galore. There was Irish dancing. There was barbequed lobster, 5 pounds for a kilo. There was a boat trip with monkeys. In true Valencia/Prague/Thailand style however, the law of the stag remains omnipotent, and the finer details of this hedonistic fortnight will be ommitted. Picture too slow to load today. Coming on Monday.