Time went by speedily and soon we became hungry again. After a tip off we headed to a local seafood restaurant. We walked kilometre upon kilometre only to find that we were headed in the wrong direction. Our desperate need to use a restroom took us to a restaurant that would change the course of our evening. After a brilliant seafood platter and a few too many cocktails we were getting ready to leave. This was when we met “the marines”. A westerner at the table next to us leant back in his chair and uttered a single word that would lead us into a night of debauchery and sin... “English?” I of course nodded and was invited to their table. My girlfriend returned from the bathroom to find me with my new group of friends. We were more than happy to speak English to people other than ourselves. We exchanged stories and laughter and got more and more out of hand as the night continued. Every now and then someone would yell “tram phan tram” meaning something along the lines of “100%” and we would have to quickly finish our drinks. After countless jugs of beer (paid for by the marines) they began to break their “top secret pledge of silence” and divulged that they were here on military business and left it at that. So with a backpack full of stolen glasses we headed to the bar district. I can’t remember too much after this point but my girlfriend assures me that it was anything but civil. This brings a close to my first proper night in Vietnam.