Welcome to the hilariously named (?) Nelson's Column, which is mainly something to look back on as I have a terrible memory, but also share with you my adventures and potentially learn from my mistakes. The journey could not have started worse, as I arrived at Heathrow Terminal 4 to discover there was no McDonald's to get my MaccyDs breakfast. Boots chicken and mayo sandwich didn't quite hit the spot. Mistake numero uno: don't fly from Terminal 4!
So as you can tell from the first paragraph, this may not be the thrilling read you were looking for. I arrived at Mumbai Airport slightly nervous to go through security after watching Argo on the plane (mistake numero...two: don't watch Argo on plane, regardless of how good it is). My first experience of India wasn't too good: the security were incredibly rude, there was a man laying down in the toilet cubicle motionless (looking back, I maybe should have helped him?) and finally the airport was was playing a piano version of the Watership Down soundtrack for the whole 8 hours I spent there. I then caught the flight to Bangkok and then to Ho Chi Minh, stepping out the plane at 6pm to a wall of humidity, even now I'm sweating buckets as I type this. Sure for Men- it will let you down.
I arrived at the Lofi Inn Hostel- where the staff are really nice, comfortable dorm rooms and free Vietnamese coffee which is to die for- will bring some back for a few certain coffee lovers I know. Had an amazing sleep after not sleeping at all for 36 hours then I was ready to hit up the mad city that is Ho Chi Minh (Saigon).
Mistake numero tre - don't mix your languages.
ReplyDeleteLook out for 'Con chó nhà hàng thức ăn' at the full moon - tonight! Dog is the main option on the menu.