It's all relative

Spent the last couple days running around the Vietnamese country side spending time with various relations of Phuong's. Turns out some of her uncles like to drink, so at least we had one thing in common. We smashed a whole bottle of scotch and half a bottle of Henny in the space of a few hours on a farm way out where and ate plates of fresh chicken organs and rice soup. Then stinkingly drunk, I let the children lead me into a river that may or may not have been a open sewer where I let my body flow down stream over small rapids and through shallow pools.

I then chased the children around for the rest of then day.