Q: How many Vietnamese does it take to change a light-globe?
A: No one knows. The strobing from the working light-globes makes them impossible to count.
The power grid in HCMC is a moody bugger. It’s like living in a Chemical Brothers filmclip.
Hey Boy.
Hey Girl.
Gotta Have a Shower.
Where’d it Go?!
I can tell when the boys building the enormous tower over the road have fired up the plasma-lance because I can’t read my book.
Actually, that’s not true. I couldn’t read my book anyway. The constantly changing output from the lamps in my room gave me epilepsy.
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