Digital Wanderer

Popped into my hotel to take a breather: the hotel is funny, run by the local bros, such show-off dudes, dunno if they're mafia or just posers.

Meanwhile, I'm waiting for my new friends - tourism college students - to go to a carnival rehearsal using fake IDs (the actual carnival is tomorrow), and call me after that. They speak English better than anyone I've met before, just incomparably better.
I'll try to ask the burning questions on the youth's minds: is there sex, drugs, and rock 'n' roll in Vietnam?

And also: where does the garbage go, and what's the point of blocking Facebook if getting around it (on a PC) takes 3 minutes.

Also, a young Vietnamese girl was making eyes at me and saved her email in my phone. But that's irrelevant to me, I'm loved and expected at home :-)