Days 4, 5, and 6 in Saigon: If: Will, Then: Way. Else: findwill

I am at an especially small cafe called The Note Coffee. The downstairs is where you order, and then you come upstairs and there are two small tables and a bar with six seats. From here I overlook Bui Vein street in Saigon. It is windy where I am sat, probably because the air is funneled through the tall buildings down the street. It feels good with the heat, but I’m worried about dust getting in my coffee. What can you do? I got the Vietnamese Egg coffee, and…holy shit is it hot. It was stupid of me to drink that. I just fucked my day up forreal. I took a sip of it and it’s so thick, and then it was like lava in my mouth and to reverse things would have been “making a scene” in small regards. I drank that shit like a pro but damn…I think I burned my esophagus.

This egg coffee is lit! but it’s weird at the same time. I’m sure I can get it in San Francisco, and I might do that someday. So about the blog; I downloaded the Tingles app for the first time last night, and holy shit! I am blown away by the number of artists on there, it’s so nice, bringing everyone together like that. Now, that also falls under the realm of competition for what I want to do…but I will proceed. I have already decided. I’m like $47 deep into this project, and that’s too far in to turn back. I look forward to the T-Shirts. I also look forward to the blog, but that will probably be the more difficult project.

I went to Hoi An with this guy Jared, twice. The first time we had coffee at Mia Coffee, and he had the egg coffee. He thought it tasted like regular coffee. This does not taste like regular coffee. That’s all I gotta say about that. The texture is the most different part though. Whoa the ppl next to me just got some dank looking shakes. Okay. My computer is gonna die soon, so I gtg, but I will edit and post this later. The time is 10:53, and that’s peace out from The Note Coffee in Saigon!

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The time is now 14:05 in Saigon. There are four girls at the check in counter of my hostel asking questions. Now they are pulling money out. The day is the same day, just later in it. After I left you I went to downstairs at Note Coffee, ordered another egg coffee, and then sat out front smoking cigarettes for a while. They brought me some clear, salty snacks to have with my coffee. They were a bit spicy so it went well with my menthol cigarettes, but overall it was too much salt for so early in the day and I didn’t finish them all. Within forty-five minutes I finished my coffee and hit the road, but while I sat there two different men came up to me and asked me where I was from and tried to sell me tours. They all had books that past customers had written notes in. The first guy showed me four travelers notes, and three of the four were signed San Francisco, CA. I was like wtffff but when I thought about it later I realized that folks from SF are the only ones that would be bold enough to jump on a motorcycle and tour around Saigon lol. Plus, it seems like I only meet folks from California out here when I meet Americans. I just tell people I’m from
San Francisco now. It makes me sound way cooler than saying Chicago, plus I don’t recognize with the Chi like I recognize with the Bay. I’m from Milwaukee obviously, but no one knows where that is. I used to think no one knew where Milwaukee was when I was traveling around America, but out here it’s literally like no one has heard of it. I’ve met one or two people who know about my home city, but that’s out of three or four-hundred.

Will has been in bed all day. He went upstairs to fuck this Canadian girl last night, but she tried to make him wear a condom so he caught some head and fell asleep. He said it was some of the best head he’s ever had, and even though he was drunk as hell, I believe him. The other day he was staying in a room with his now ex-girlfriend and he brought a different “bird” back and then his girl caught them fucking in bed. That dudes tragic, but I quite enjoy his company. He was talking about checking out soon and taking a bus to Cambodia, so I might be alone for the rest of my time in Saigon. I doubt I’ll meet another travel buddy, plus I won’t really be traveling, I’ll just be in one spot the rest of the time I am here. Probably not at this same hostel…but I don’t think I’ll leave Saigon. The only way I’m leaving this city is if I go to the island in the south called dao Con Son. It’s spelled with some accents above the vowels in Vietnamese, but if you Google that name I guarantee you can find the place I am talking about. Only one guy has told me about the island, and he said there was like twenty tourists there. I could use that. A little detox before I hit it back to SF and get retoxed forever lol. Okay. I am quite enjoying writing, but I am going to take another break from it. At least puff down a square, and then maybe edit this and publish it, or maybe write a little more. Then eventually I will go get Will and we’ll go upstairs. Gotta get some food at some point too. The time is 14:21 on March 28th, and that’s Peace Out!

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The time is now 22:33 in Saigon. Some exciting stuff is happening in my room right now. I don’t even think I should talk about it. Will was just pretending he was od’ing. It wasn’t that funny, but it was a little funny. It doesn’t crush up like what it should be, and why would it even be what it’s supposed to be? I’m gonna close it up for now.

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It’s a new day! I’m at this super cool coffee shop called “Goc Ha Noi.” I looked up good egg coffee online [which was invented in Hanoi] and found this place in the rankings. It’s right by my hostel and it opens at 07:00 so I had to zip over. It’s the tiniest most coziest little coffee shop you could imagine, and it is all three floors of the building. I mean it’s really tiny though, you’d have to be here to believe it lol. Real old school building, like the kind of thing I would only see in a museum back home, I can’t even lie to you. I don’t know if I’ve ever been in the third floor of a building that was this small before, especially in America. There are pictures relating to Hanoi all over the shop, and it’s actually quite cool…kind of like a museum forreal.

I got the tuna toast and egg coffee combo, so we will see what happens. She offers an avocado toast combo, but I went tuna. I will be happy with it, but tuna has mayo forsure, and then I got the egg coffee. All and all, that’s a lot of cholesterol. My table is a loom and I accidentally just made it move; made the foot pedal move. I sat on the third floor and I kind of feel bad about making the lady walk up three flights of stairs with my food, but honestly she’s the one that insisted I go upstairs to order. I would have gladly ordered and then come upstairs.

Last night was a crazy night. Will brought back this Irish girl, that I had actually seen around the hostel and not thought much of, but then when I got to meet her she had these crazy blue eyes, and it turned out they matched her hair; were why her hair was blue. Plus she was Irish with that Irish accent. So I was chilling with an English guy and an Irish girl last night, and I felt pretty worldly. Holy shit this egg coffee is so much different than yesterdays! I just killed my tuna sandwich too. It sounds like some other people showed up downstairs. This egg coffee is mostly whipped egg. Yesterdays was kind of layered. This must be terrible for you lol. Just a grip of whipped egg yolks on a coffee. Should just be serving espresso and whipped cream. I kid, I kid; and I’m not joshing on Vietnamese Coffee either. I like this. I would like to learn to make it. The lady [I read online it’s just the owner that works here, and low and behold it’s just one lady in the building] working just turned on some pretty good jazz music. This place is hella lowkey, but it’s good.

I’m still smoking cigarettes, and today I woke up feeling like shit about it, so I gotta do something about that. Suddenly smoking for a day became smoking for a month, and I gotta hop off the train. I’m gonna try today, but I can’t lie I’m thinking about smoking a cigarette right now. I’m so used to having something to consume. Even back in SF I would always be eating food or something. I can’t smoke in this coffee shop, which is okay, I can deal with that. OoOo I found some coffee at the bottom of my egg; delectable!

Góc Hà Nội

That was hella good. I am quite tempted to order another one. Just go all the way to the street and smoke a ciggy and then come back? Hmm…maybe not. I might save my oomph and go to a different coffee shop. Damn this smoking cigs thing. It’ll be easier in SF cuz not many people there smoke, unless I’m kicking it with the foreigners, but I probably won’t do too much of that.

This is becoming one of those long articles and I simply don’t know what to do about it. Right now I am thinking of leaving and walking to a different coffee shop while I smoke a cig, but then when I arrive at that other shop I will continue writing. What I need to do is edit and publish. We’re at about 1,800 words now, and that’s probably way over the range of what the average person wants to read when they come to my blog. Oh well. I’m really only here to practice writing, and I am starting to feel pretty good about it. I knew I was on the right track when I heard Jack Kerouac did the same thing; he wanted to be a writer, and all he knew was he should start writing; a lot. One time Gardner told me I would be a famous writer. I told him I wanted to start a business and be rich, and he was like “no, no, you’re gonna be a famous author,” and in fact I recall trying to defend myself, but he said I was too much of an artist. He might be right; if only I could embrace that fully.

Damn this place is relaxing. It would be a good place to write about asmr. I have been giving massive thought to this new blog I want to open. Either I am thinking about the blog, or I am thinking about good sex. Right now I want to fuck the girl in the bed above me. Of course I’ll keep you updated on that, but don’t expect too much. When I am not thinking about fucking that girl, or any other girl, I am thinking about making money and that falls back onto itself when I am thinking about asmr. I found this tingles app, and that is a game changer, but then what about the blog? I want to keep tingles accountable. A lot of the artists they suggest just have old videos sitting there collecting views. I suppose where I come in, is I help keep everyone fresh with content. When someone publishes a new YouTube video or a new Tingles video, I want to know about it. I think asmr news is the move for me. I think. I think i think i think. Too much thinking and not enough action. I am still writing these hoz articles instead of moving onto the new thing. That’s okay for now…but eventually it won’t be. I’ve written one article, but one does not a blog make. Okay. We’re at almost 2,200 words now, so I am going to jet outside, have a smokey smoke, and then maybe go to the cafe down the road. I’m reserved at my hostel until Sunday morning. We shall see what I do after that. Okay! Peace until soon!

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The time is now 08:57 in Saigon and I am back at ToGo coffee. I was here the other day. I am in fact doing the same thing as the other day; listening to some T.I. while I write this. I was so stoned that I ordered a banh mi on the way over here, and that was just stupid. I already ate that tuna sandwich, and now I am superbly full. Not a good way to start the day. Now I’m listening to “Amazin” by Young Jeezy. I am also smoking a cigarette. I actually bought a pack of cigarettes! Again! I am so terrible. I mean it’s not like I’m drinking again, but I am quite disappointed in myself for smoking again. Plus I’ve been hella lethargic in Vietnam. I should be out trying to get it in with the many women visiting the city! I don’t really like getting stoned and sitting around so much, but it consumes me; I let it.

So many. I have had so many story ideas pop into my head the past couple days. I was sitting in the lobby of my hostel yesterday, it was a hot and sticky afternoon as usual in Saigon, and I was sitting across from this girl. I thought about walking up and talking to her for quite some time, but I didn’t, and then she received a phone call that went on longer than I stuck around for. She laid sideways on the loveseat, her head propped up using her hand and elbow. She had a pillow covering her ass so no one could see it. I We will never know if she has a nice ass or not. Like I said, I thought about talking to her, but I never did.

As she laid there on the phone, she twirled a small purse round and round. First it she would wind it up for a while, and then she would let it go and it would spin fast as hell before coming to a halt, giving a half spin or two the other direction, and then stillness. She would start the process over again. This went on for maybe five minutes. I was really only looking at the purse because I wanted to look at the girl, but it seemed too creepy to sit there and stare at her [duh lol], so I stared at what she was doing instead. We made eye contact a couple of times. That’s the closest I’ve come to getting laid recently.

Sooner or later I am planning to go to the war museum with Will, and we are hoping to find two ladies to go with us [he just messaged me and said he is going 5 hours north, so not today]. I am excited to go. I don’t feel like I know very much about the Vietnam war, but I bet I know more then I think I do, and I will find that out at the museum. Sort of related to that, is the Hippie movement. I’ve noticed how much of a world-wide term “hippie” is while I’ve been out here traveling. People used to called me a hippie when I was younger, especially back at home, and I would always deny it saying I wasn’t a hippie, but you know what? I am proud to call myself a hippie these days. I fit the shoes well, I would say. I fit the stereotypes, but I also have the gumption to tackle real conversation, and that’s hip as fuck, right? I consider, in a large sense, San Francisco to be my home, and even though I have not been a member of the SF scene very long, I feel like the city would be proud to have me representing it during my travels.

I’m smoking another cigarette now. We’re coming up on five pages! Whew! That’s too heavy lol. I am pretty sure I already edited the very first section of this article, but I will probably re-edit anyway. At this point I am just rambling, but I feel good about it as long as I am producing somesort of writing. I think about the Beat writers a lot. Laurence Ferlinghetti just had his 100th birthday the other day and there was a huge celebration at City Lights Bookstore, I saw it on Instagram. I wish I could have been there, it would have been cool. Either way though, I need need need to read some of those Beat authors. Especially if I’m making an effort to make my writing to popular in San Francisco of all places! I should at least know the history of the area which I represent. The time is 09:23 in Saigon, and I almost feel like I am running out of things to talk about. Almost…

I just messaged Kalen on IG about the asmr blog. I asked him how I should choose what to write about, since there is so much to write about, as it is such a new subject. I mean seriously. I know there is a business to be carved out in the asmr realm, but I want to do it right the first time! Research research research is the key, I know it. I really want someone to work with on this project, and I will find that person. I will. Maybe it’s Kalen, maybe it’s not. It’s probably not Casey, that’s all I know.

It’s SF all over again. It’s early af, but I’m so whacked out on coffee and blazed that I don’t know if I am going to have a very productive day. Right now all I can do is sit here and keep writing, so that’s what I am going to do. It’s getting to the point where I am not looking forward to editing this beast, but I gotta do it. I gotta! Soon I need to get into writing stories. Once I get the formula down, it will be easy to just go with the flow. If I could sit down at write this much, but have it be for a fictional story? Well that would be the move. Just keep going and going and going. I know I’ve got it in me, I just need to figure out the formula. I want to start with short stories, and then move into producing full length novels, but we shall see what road life takes me on. When I first left America I told everyone I was going to India for 6 months and I was going to write a book, but if I were to try it again, I would probably come to Vietnam. I haven’t been to Mexico yet though. I want to go to Mexico City and see if that would be a good place to write a book. It might be! Plus it’s legal to smoke in Mexico now, and that is something I want to tryout.

My mom and her boyfriend need to move this summer, something about the landlords son wanting the place. My mom wants to buy a house, and Vern wants to buy a condo. I think he has most of the money and will therefore be the final say in the purchase. I always think buying a house is the better move, but then again I have never owned a house, so I really can’t say. I was hoping that I would be able to talk Vern into investing in real estate with me one day, but that is still far down the road. It could easily be 10 years before I purchase my first piece of land or house, and after that I am hoping it will have an exponential effect and I will be able to keep purchasing real estate until I am old and with a long grey beard.

Ha! So let me tell you about this experience Will had yesterday. These ladies; see when you are walking down some of the streets in Saigon, these ladies try to pull you in to come get a massage, and I mean sometimes they are really touchy-feely. Of course we were wondering to ourselves if these places are happy ending massage parlors. Well, yesterday, Will went and got a massage. He got an hour long massage, and he said it was nice and relaxing with soft music in the background and everything, and then halfway through she pointed at his dick and said “You want that massage?” and he was like “Sure, why not,” and then the women said 900k Dong and Will found himself dealing a negotiation right in the middle of his massage; he said it wasn’t very relaxing lol. So he talked the lady down to 500k. She left the room [Which had 9 other empty tables. He was alone.], came back with a second lady, pulled the curtain around Will, the new lady pulled his dick out, oiled it up, and got to work. The lady who was giving the massage just stood there and watched. He said it was a bit awkward as the massage lady was staring at him as he’s getting wanked off by this other lady. So in about two minutes time he came, into the air and all over himself, and then he had to pay for that service right there on the spot. They wiped the cum from his chest. The first lady went back to massaging him. This was about 14:00 in the afternoon yesterday. He came back and I was kind of taking a nap, and he was like “Bro, I just had the craziest experience,” and I was whoa’d af when he told me that story. Thought you might enjoy it too. I am thinking about going to get a massage before I leave the city. If I do, I’ll certainly tell you about it.
We’re at page 6 and about 3,900 words now. I’m doomed. When is the point of no return? I used to publish these really long, rambling articles and I was not sure anyone liked them. Oh well. I do what I do. One things that motivates me to write at this point in my life, is that if I ever do write anything successful, a small group of people will probably seek out and read this blog, and I am writing not just for myself, but also for that small group of people who enjoy my later works and want to see where I started. But that’s like the plot of The Terminator, because if I didn’t write this blog now, maybe there wouldn’t be any later works to read, and then none of what I mentioned above would be valid, or even make sense. Time is weird, but I sure am happy to be experiencing it.

Damn! I took a photo at that Goc Ha Noi coffee house this morning, and the photo already has 43 views! That’s hella good. Cool. I’m almost at 1.1 million views on my Google Guide photos, and every photo has “sparktwain.com” as the caption. I feel real good about that. The condensation on my iced coffee has been gathering below the cup, and it is now getting pretty close to my computer. I might have to switch tables…or get a napkin, but I think I would have to go downstairs for that, and I don’t think I am going to go downstairs. Yup. I’m switching tables. Then when I sit at the new spot, I’m gonna puff a square down.

Okay, new table. The time is 10:00 on the dot [not that I don’t always state the exact time], and I should really edit this article or things are going to get out of hand. So here we go. Gonna edit, and then publish, and then head back to my hostel and take it from there. Peace! [Finished editing the writing. Onto the pictures. The time is now 11:58 on March 29th, 2019 in Saigon, and that’s a big PEACE OUT!]

Chris

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Day 2 In Saigon; Real G’s Don’t Smoke

I need video. and sound. Let there be lights, and then let there be rock! I am listening to G Shit by T.I. and Jeezy. It’s not impossible to write while I listen, but it’s not easy lol. I do love rap music, and sometimes I wonder if it’s not good for my mental health. When I was in Da Nang I got to spit some freestyle rap and I realized how much I missed that shit. I could have been a profiting rapper if I had put my life to it; still could. Things are different now. I don’t even drink anymore. The song has stopped. I am not as pumped as I was ten seconds ago.
There is a gentleman sat in front of me hunched over some papers, presumably doing math equations. I saw him run back to get a calculator. His name is Nichola and he is from Germany. We are staying in the same hostel, but I am writing to you from the coffee shop up the road called ToGo. It aint bad here, but I’ve only had the Vietnamese milk coffee.
Today I will be switching hostels to a place called Flipside, which is on Bui Vien [street] in Saigon. I went there with Will yesterday because his girl Alex and him have a room there, but once I discovered there was a rooftop bar with a chill area, I went downstairs and booked a dorm bed for myself. Totally the move for me. I will stay a couple of days until I figure the situation out, and then I will move onto someplace cheaper. I think being around the travelers will allow me to learn a lot, and very quick. I won’t have that same opportunity at my current hostel because it’s not as busy, forsure, plus there is no good area to chillax. I am excited to head to the new place. Think I’ll post this before I go? I’ve already written two articles from this city that have gone unpublished lol.
The ice in my Vietnamese coffee isn’t melting fast enough for my liking. On a separate note, I think I am going to smoke a cigarette. I’ve been going ham; smoking over a pack a day for like two weeks now. I have decided my best option would be to quit the week before I leave Vietnam, but if I fuck that up then my plan B is to remain very strict in San Francisco, because after almost two years of not smoking cigarettes I am not going back to that shit. I am an alcoholic that has traveled 3 months on the South East Asia backpackers circuit and not drank a drop, I’ll be damned if I get stumped by these fucking tobacco companies. Willpower is there, I just need to summons it…jury duty fucking mandatory.
I am sitting here with my cigarette now; it’s almost gone. Now it is gone. I listened to that T.I. song again, and I went to the artist radio so now I am listening to Pimp C. I like UGK but I have not dove into them deep. Once I am rich and have a license again I will whip my Ferrari from SF to NY and bump some UGK on that journey. I greatly look forward to driving across the United States…probably by myself. I need to keep that shit at the front of my mind to maintain my discipline. I am excited to get back to San Francisco and get to work! Making a little bit of money…I will have circumnavigated the globe this time around, so I confident about finding contentness in the city I now call home. When I was in SF the first time it was an overload. So much of the world was still becoming new to me. Now? I will be 27 in eighty-nine days, and I am about to enter a 10 year quest to become a better version of myself. I know what I want. Before, I wanted to travel, and meet new people. Now, I have traveled, and I have met new people, and I will be a traveler for my eternity. I still haven’t made any money however, and so that’s next on the list.
As I am sitting here smoking another cigarette, and the time is 09:50 in Saigon, I am realizing I want to work with a group of other bloggers. I have been scared to talk about my ideas with anyone in fear they may get stolen, but then today Nichola told me he heard in Silicon Valley the way people go about building projects is different, and that everyone encourages open discussion in an effort to make the most optimal product/service. This is what I desire: open conversations to benefit both parties, but being as I have nothing [relatively] at this point, I would like to contain that conversation to other individuals who are in my similar position and working toward similar goals. Okay. I am going to write an email to Chris from TravelSizedRobot.com, and ask his opinion. He also runs a blog for car enthusiasts, so he would be someone I consider in my position. He’s better off than I am, I believe, monetary wise, but he is still one of the small fish in the pond. I also don’t believe he is a bottom feeder, which is what I need to avoid. A wise bottom feeder could potentially fuck me right now. I do consider myself knowledgeable in my niche, but I am not yet a master of it. I will be. I would like to be the premier source of asmr knowledge and insight…we shall see. Okay. That’s it for now. I am going to edit, publish, and then work on some other stuff. Peace!
Chris

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Day 23 In Da Nang…The Final Morning

For the final time I am writing to you from Factory 43 Coffee. The time is 09:10 and I am sitting right under the air conditioner in the upstairs of the building. I am a little cold. Soon will arrive a cappuccino and a croissant that I ordered. If I am not mistaken this is the first time I have tried the cappuccino here. I almost got a brownie, but I am sure there will be plenty of brownies in Saigon; I arrive at 05:00 in the morning tomorrow.

This guy I met in Ha Noi, did I tell you about Will? Well he is trying to come to Saigon too. We discussed many different plans last night, but I think I am just going to make him come to the train station with me, and hopefully there is a ticket available so he can get on the train. If there isn’t, maybe he can get a ticket for later in the day, and then he can just go cool in the large part of Da Nang until his train leaves. I looked up the refund situation online, and it doesn’t seem easy to change trains or get a refund. If I could switch my train to a later train and ride with Will, that’s probably what I would do, but I can’t lose the $40 I already paid.

The time is now 09:19. Really I shouldn’t kill too much time here. I probably should hit an ATM and buy some snacks for the train and shit like that. Apparently I could have paid by credit card for my ticket! I should have totally done that. Talk about a fail. Now I am talking about going to the ATM again. Lame. Plus Will has to hit the ATM and pay for his room before I can even get him to come to the train station. Yeah. I should just kill this cappuccino and dip outta here. The cappuccino is good! It’s a little milky for my tastes, but certainly it’s better than most that I’ve drank[I hadn’t really drank cappuccino’s before I left America]. Okay…here I go! I only just arrived at this cafe, and I haven’t done much…but that’s okay. I’m going to edit, post, and leave. Peace.

Chris

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The Switchup

I often find myself wondering what I should do next, and today is none different. Dare I say I am thinking of bending my plans to the graces of someone else? It is certainly possible. Patience must be applied.

I met this girl last night, and she’s still asleep, but I want to hangout with her again, and there inlies the problem: We’re going to be in two different cities. I did manage to find a hostel bed in Hoi An for 130k, but I just don’t know if this is where I want to stay tonight! Right now the plan is to return to Da Nang about 17:30 and then move right back into the hostel I was at for 20 days. The difference is that this time, my plan is to catch the train to Saigon the following day. But wait! There’s more.

What if the girl wants to hangout? Welllll shit, then I guess I should be sticking around. When she awakes I am going to talk to her about it…so it’s either catch the train to Saigon, or keep my room in Da Nang and come down in a grab and spend the day hanging out with her. I actually gave it some significant thought. I will be in Vietnam for another three weeks. That’s enough time to get to know someone, without question. At the same time I don’t think I want to stay in Da Nang another three weeks! I could come and chill in Hoi An, but first of all it’s more expensive than Da Nang, and second…it’s not as much of my scene as Da Nang.

All of this said, transportation between the two towns in 100k with a Grab Bike, and 300k with a Grab Car, which really isn’t that bad. It’s not something I want to do everyday…but I could do it several times before it impedes my progress. In truth…I’ve spent quite a lot of money since my arrival, and I forsure won’t be able to keep that up. At this rate I’ll arrive in San Francisco with almost nothing, and that is not the come back I need to make! If I want to show up with $420 [at least] in the bank, then I need to be a little more cautious of how I spend my money the rest of my time in Vietnam.

Other problems? In fact I was just talking to Will about this last night. When you try and follow someone, or bend your plans to accommodate someone else’s life, you almost always end up unhappy. Ahh! So the slick move? See is this girl can meet me in Da Nang, and we can chill out there for the day. That would at least be a good start.

The reason I sat down to write is because I have nothing to do, and a lot of decisions to make. Oh, I suppose it’s worth mentioning that Will is heading to Da Nang tonight, so we were planning to split the car [I need a car with all my stuff]. If I hadn’t run into him again this morning? I was actually prepared to go rent a room across town…but I actually like the idea of commuting much better. In fact! If I took the bus it’s only a measly 20k, which means I could stay in Da Nang and come down here for the rest of my trip and it wouldn’t break the bank lol. I don’t think I would get to much done on the bus, but I would do my best practice being efficient.

Okay. That’s all I got. I guess I am going to edit and post this now, otherwise it will get lost to the abyss of documents. I will probably talk to you next from Da Nang, but at this point anything is possible.
Chris

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A Hot Day In Hoi An

Today is a hot day in Hoi An. Have you ever been here? Vietnam is so nice, and this is a rather cool little city, with a surprisingly wry nightlife scene. I ordered my first, second, and third nitrous gas balloon last night after this girl Steph showed me what it was all about. I guess it’s legal here, and in fact I have heard of these balloons before, but this was the most opportune time I have had to try it out.

As soon as I did it I was like “Oh. Whippits.” Back in America that is called a whip-it, pretty much anytime you’re getting down with that stuff, and I guess I never knew it was n02. It was pleasant. I got a little high for a second and then it faded. What’s more impressive than that? I also smoked a whole pack of menthol cigarettes last night! WTF is going on with my life?!? Seriously. Here I am, living the non smoker life for 2 years, and then I’m smoking a whole pack of squares in 12 hours flat? I’m falling off the wagon my dudes! I kid. I am steady in it for the money, and smoking cigarettes isn’t part of my plan. I might keep smoking for a little while, but I’ll kick the habit soon, and hopefully for good this time…I obviously didn’t quit smoking when I left Da Nang.

I met a group of totally cool people last night. Steph, Chelsea, Lena, Daniella, Raphael, and then this dude Will I spent two hours talking to at the end of the night. It was more people than that, but I’d say became the core group. We started the night with good ole fashioned conversation over some free beers at the hostel, and then moved [much later] into the nightlife of the city. We went first to the Mr. Bean Bar…which was a trip. Then we went to Hair Of The Dog, and that girl Steph told me it was gonna be…I believe she said filthy? I remember her telling me something, and at the time I didn’t know how to process the information, but I could tell she thought it was gonna be lit. It was lit. I had only been one place similar [I don’t get out much], and that was a place in Seattle. Filthy, grimy, low-life spaces I’d say, and I couldn’t help but feel quite at home. I lied. I had like 6 NO2 bLns.

There is much more I could tell about last night, but not today. It is far to hot in Hoi An to be going into the complicated proceedings of last night; ephemeral camaraderie, if you will. Just know that I only got two hours of sleep! The time is 10:27 and I have written this to you from Mia Coffee. The Cappuccino was quite good, but I reckon I’d have rather gone espresso.

Chris

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Day 19 in Da Nang. Poof.

I have made a spreadsheet of information relating to asmr, and I have reorganized all the files in my Google drive and on my computer. I still have not made a proper plan for going to Hoi An, but I might leave this afternoon still.I have everything I need at my hostel, I just jump in a cab and go! But idk. I feel rooted to Da Nang at the moment, so who knows. I could just fucking fly to hcmc if I wanted, and strictly dominate the two cities [I’ve visited].

The espresso this morning was good. I forgot to order a double shot…but it seemed the same nonetheless. After I finish this I will return to my hostel and likely pack my things together, and then I will probably sit around avoiding a decision for a while before I finally go to Hoi An. I am excited. I think Hoi An will be a nice city, and even if I only spend a couple of day there I think I will enjoy myself. Then I will either take a longg bus ride to the next city, or I come back to Da Nang and fly to Saigon. Both are good options.

I don’t have much to say today…in fact, that’s it! So peace for now, and I’ll catch you soon. Peace!

Chris

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Day 18, Morning

I am literally waiting for my website to load so I can post my writing from yesterday titled: Day 17 In Da Nang. Ferocity. I actually just made that title up right now, but I am going to move forward with it when the website loads, lol. Ferocity…it’s what I quest. To be ferocious about life in 2019 is to be exiled from the past. The future is here! I don’t know how much different shit is going to get, but I know it’s going to change fast, and everyday.

I was talking to this guy staying in my room at the hostel, Chris, and he is a nice, tall, lanky white guy from South Africa. For those of you that know Sacsha at the Green Tortoise in Seattle, this gentleman kind of reminds me of him…in a way. Carefree about life, but also very hardworking. I know Chris is in town to teach English, and he told me he works six days a week.

Last night I asked Chris, seemingly out of the blue, if he had ever owned any businesses. He told me yes, he had owned 2 businesses and been partnered in a restaurant. We talked for some time about his past in business, and then I whittled my t-shirt idea right there in the air in front of him. I think he liked it. He told me I had a good idea. He also told me to make a budget, and to work hard, and to never give up. I gathered that his father might have some money, but that also means his father could have taught him a few things. I listened to what Chris had to say and I took it all in. It’s interesting to meet the many individuals from across the globe that come to Da Nang, but Chris turned out to be especially cool.

There’s a tiny dog across the street taking a poop. That dog seems to enjoy pooping over there, I saw the dog do it alone last night…but now I see it these people working at the hostel that just leave the shit in the middle of the sidewalk! Ha! It’s crazy now that I’m really thinking about it. She just watched this dog take a shit on the sidewalk, and now she and the dog are walking back into the hostel. I almost step in that tiny shit everyday! I never put it together until just now that that shit is this tiny dog’s tiny shit! Wow…I am staying at the most savage hostel in the neighborhood. I respect, but I can’t say I would do the same.

The time is 07:44 in the morning here in Da Nang, and I am stizzoned like usual. I have been getting lifted everyday here and it’s…pretty lit, I can’t even lie about it. Da Nang is my favorite place I’ve been on this journey, and it’s pretty damn westernized where I am at [am I a wimpy traveler?]. I live by mostly western style restaurants. Like Factory 43 Coffee that I am probably going to go to in 20ish? minutes. That shit would not survive in Laos. Not even in the capitol city I don’t think. Vientiane was large, supporting a lot of people, and there was  Common Grounds coffee shop there which was really good, and really turned out to be one of the best cafe’s I’ve been to on this trip. 43 Factory is maybe the most modern place I have been though. It’s got to be only months old, it’s so damn clean in there. It’s in a less dense area of the city than downtown too.

I can get so much writing done in one day…I will have written a whole page in just a moment here, and I’ve been writing for about 45 minutes. Do I really like writing? If I do then I need to do it more often, but with more focus. I need to write about asmr! See I should post this article, then write some asmr content, and then I could even write a second post later. I could have that all accomplished by noon, forsure. Editing takes a while I guess, and with these post’s I’m just fucking rambling, but with the asmr content, my focus is more exact. I can’t lie, I actually did write my first piece of content yesterday: My Top 3 ASMR Videos To Wake Up To. Is that a good title? Too cheesy? I am trying to produce highly-edible, easily digestible content, that still carries weight as merit is there. I will produce a few more articles and then see what I think about posting them. I could post the content on hoz to see how it looks. I need a program that I can layout a blog post on. Right now I just use word and then the editor within WordPress. The WP editor is generic, I would say. Plus, I am just editing words. Like now.

Chris

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