It was around this time that PJ arrived. He is the son of the woman that we had stayed with for our first few days in Vietnam. He is a typical Capetonian, a breed of person that we had grown to miss. We had many adventures with PJ - from exploring the streets to many late nights. During one of our usual nights of intoxication, PJ and I walked out of my flat in search of cigarettes and alcohol. We turned a corner and found hundreds upon hundreds of westerners. We asked someone what was going on and they informed us of the local nightclub that was only metres away from my flat. We ran back upstairs, grabbed Ilrok and headed off to investigate. The three of us could not believe that this place had gone unnoticed. We fought through the hordes of westerners and finally made it to the bar. The drinks were overpriced but we were all happy to have found a slice of home right on our doorstep. We went upstairs and found a dance floor. We may as well have been back in Cape Town. We jumped around to the electronic music until we had finished our drinks. We thought it a good idea to buy beers at the little cigarette stall on the side of the road to save money. After exiting the club and stumbling over to the stall we joined the locals and sat down. At the time we did not know that this stall would be the location of many inebriated nights. We could not speak Vietnamese and the locals knew not a word of English. This however would not stop us from getting to know them very well through sign and body language. We were given shot upon shot of a mystery home brewed alcohol, taking us to a new level of drunkenness. We felt that this was the true Vietnam experience and it gave us encounters that no nightclub in the world could offer. We acted out jokes and laughed with the locals until the early hours of the morning. Needless to say we woke up with very bad hangovers.