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Sometimes I wonder if I could be any more predictable.
After an eye opening night of culinary hell (self inflicted), and thwarting the attempts of a big American tourist to get his hands down the pants of an innocent, delightful Vienamese 21 year old boy, I woke up in the morning with a mongrel between the eyes, and a lost credit card. What day was yesterday people? That's right, Sunday; a day of rest for those in banks and other occupational establishments.
24 hour hot-line, did I hear you ask? Didn't take down the number.
The what? The internet? Every c*nting server in Hanoi seemed to be down.
I knew where I lost it though. I left it in an ATM. Took the money not the card.
When things like this happen to me nowadays. I don't get angry, nor do I cry. I did that years ago. Now I just laugh. I'm sure that when I get married all this pent up anger will be taken out on my wife, but until then, I just smile and go about my day.
But I needed to cancel my card. Others would put a plan into action; get out the Lonely Planet Guide, make it all happen. I have barely looked at it since I got here. I like to watch my chaotic life unfurl before me, like some kind of poorly stitched rug.
Then I found myself atnding in front of the ATM. I went inside, and my card was behind the counter. This was pure luck that I simply do not deserve. I'm sure I'll pay for it later (my preference would be a physical beating).
Left Hanoi and into Hue. A 13 hour train ride sharing a cabin with two Vietnamese siblings and their father. They were amazing. Emotionally I find it hard to accept their level of sincerity, and generosity. The father bought me dinner, which I objected to, but I don't want to be rude. I got out my book and thanked him. I gave him my deck of cards. I also let his son listen to Bob Dylan on my ipod.
For me, this was my best gesture, as I haven't worked out how to charge it yet.
I supppose I'll have to download itunes at an internet cafe and take it from there.
Ideas anyone? Hamish? Frase?
DON'T MAKE ME CATCH BUSES THROUGH CAMBODIA WITHOUT DYLAN!
After an eye opening night of culinary hell (self inflicted), and thwarting the attempts of a big American tourist to get his hands down the pants of an innocent, delightful Vienamese 21 year old boy, I woke up in the morning with a mongrel between the eyes, and a lost credit card. What day was yesterday people? That's right, Sunday; a day of rest for those in banks and other occupational establishments.
24 hour hot-line, did I hear you ask? Didn't take down the number.
The what? The internet? Every c*nting server in Hanoi seemed to be down.
I knew where I lost it though. I left it in an ATM. Took the money not the card.
When things like this happen to me nowadays. I don't get angry, nor do I cry. I did that years ago. Now I just laugh. I'm sure that when I get married all this pent up anger will be taken out on my wife, but until then, I just smile and go about my day.
But I needed to cancel my card. Others would put a plan into action; get out the Lonely Planet Guide, make it all happen. I have barely looked at it since I got here. I like to watch my chaotic life unfurl before me, like some kind of poorly stitched rug.
Then I found myself atnding in front of the ATM. I went inside, and my card was behind the counter. This was pure luck that I simply do not deserve. I'm sure I'll pay for it later (my preference would be a physical beating).
Left Hanoi and into Hue. A 13 hour train ride sharing a cabin with two Vietnamese siblings and their father. They were amazing. Emotionally I find it hard to accept their level of sincerity, and generosity. The father bought me dinner, which I objected to, but I don't want to be rude. I got out my book and thanked him. I gave him my deck of cards. I also let his son listen to Bob Dylan on my ipod.
For me, this was my best gesture, as I haven't worked out how to charge it yet.
I supppose I'll have to download itunes at an internet cafe and take it from there.
Ideas anyone? Hamish? Frase?
DON'T MAKE ME CATCH BUSES THROUGH CAMBODIA WITHOUT DYLAN!
Comments
1. Get to Hue.
2. Go to a shoppe.
3. Buy an iPod charger.
4. Plug it in and charge your iPod.
Voila. Don't tell me thay don't sell iPod charger cables in Hue. I refuse to believe it.
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surely?
The USB cord will recharge your iPod when it's plugged into a computer regardless of whether it's downloading iTunes. The only advantage in buying stuff from iTunes is you get new tunes and Apple makes some money.
If you plug your iPod into a computer make sure iTunes preferences are set to NOT override all your music with whatever is in a playlist on that computer. If you fuck that up you'll have no Dylan - just a nice playlist of random Viet-pop to listen to. And I know you just love the Viet-pop.