The Pill

The damn thing can really fuck off. After managing to aqquire twoc ondom accidents in about a fortnight (Durex too!) I decided to play it sfae since I was fucking so often and take the pill. The downside for me is that I get pretty shitty cramp. And I'd like to blame the 1-ish kilo I gained on that damned thing too, but I know that'll be nothing more then a lousy excuse for eating too much. But honestly, you can't help it, good food and great service in restuarants that would have at least ensured a minimum price of $12 back in Singapore have a full meal for $10! Amazing. And the food is really, really yummy too. Drinks are so cheap getting tipsy nightly has started to become a habit.

I like Saigon, but cannot wait to leave it either. There's just not very much to do, and I'm glad we're staying in a rather nice hotel this time, as opposed to the crap we got in Phom Pehn. You only get really nice places or really shitty places there. I was quite pleased at managing to get a decent discount (about 30%) off the place we were staying, along with some other additionals. Bargaining for a hotel room is really something else. I like ordering room service and eating on the bed.

The pill was giving me pretty nasty cramps last night, and I took one of those non-drowsy pain-killers, and ended up waking in the middle of the night, unable to go back to sleep, and definitly not feeling like reading Patrick Suskind's Perfume -so far, it's one of the most stomach churning novel's I'ver ever read, and it would only have upset my already very irritated tummy-. I rolled over to Ethan's side of the bed (we never sleep together. Sleeping together is one of the nonsense you only ever watch on TV. It doesn't give you a decent nights sleep, that's for certain) pushed him onto his back and mounted him, then promptly went to sleep after that (nothing like a workout huh). The next morning, we were playing trying to see who could figure out where the War Remanants museum was (they* wanted to call it the American War Crimes museum, but you can imagine what problems that suggestion caused) and he got to it first.

'You'll have to pay up,' He told me.
'I already did, in advance.'
'Oh yeah, that was weird. What were you dreaming about, you never did that, but I'm not complaining...'
'I was bored and couldn't go to sleep.'

I thought about it, and realized I would get pretty annoyed if he did likewise with me. The frequency has simply been too often, and there are points when I would have just liked to be left alone. Was in a pretty shitty mood for most of the day. Not only was he insistent on going to a propaganda filled museum, but nearly insistant that we should go there exactly at 1, when they opened after lunch. That left about 30 minutes on the street (hot, polluted) with which we had nothing to do. I eventually told him quite... hmm... candidly... to piss off and that we should hang around at an airconditioned cafe. I drew something pretty in my sketch book, and the waitress asked if she could have it, of course I gave it to her. Ethan said she must have thought I was a bitch when she took my order (I insisted a couple of times to leave the sugar out of my fruit shake)... I was bitchy to him, certainly, because he was making me go some place I didn't particularly care for, and making me wait for it to open.

I honestly had enough of deformed human beings in Phom Pehn. I hate seeing ugly people, and ugly things. I know they exsist, and I pity them and ocassionally donate money and buy their handcrafts. But I hate ugliness, in fact, I absolutely abhor it. Maybe that's why Phom Pehn was such a torture, everything about it was gross. The streets stank, the people crawling (literally) into the little gardens of the riverside cafes stank, the nicest place in the entire city was the Foriegn Correspondence Club.

Saigon however is much more beautiful. The city is polluted, but not as badly as Bangkok, but it's got all these lovely shops and cafes in the boulevards around the chic hotels and international offices. And the art... the galleries are so many and filled with some of the most beautiful paintings, and at incredible prices too. But there's not much to do really, and they don't have something like the Bankok BTS (not that I know of anyway) or the river cruise, so pretty much everything nice is concentrated in a couple of areas, and it's not much of an adventure.

I cannot wait to go to a beach and chill out once again. I hope Hoi An will prove to be absolutely worth the trouble we'll be making to stop by the beaches near it, and to spend a day at this (so claimed) world cultural heritage area.

xoxox