Vietnam: Crisis

After cocktails at the lake, I'm back at the backpackers and browsing the net in bed (not what you're thinking).  I notice an extra large tub of protein powder lying at the foot of one of the beds.  It seems to me to be an unusual thing to take on holiday with you backpacking.  Sure, a small keg of the stuff could be reasonable, but do you really want to lug around a novelty oversized one?

Weirdo.

At around 11pm my first roommate comes in half naked and lays down in the bed next to me.  Not in the same bed as me you filthy minded creature - I mean the bed that was next to my bed.

He's obviously completely drunk, and strikes up a conversation.  He's a proud Canadian eh, boasts about how much rum he has drunk tonight, and how he punched some holes in a wall at a bar.

What a guy!


He then proceeds to vomit in the bed and then go to sleep which makes me rather uncomfortable and more than slightly pissed off as the pool of spew is down the end of the bed closest to my head and the room fan is blowing in my general direction.

Around 30 minutes later and Protein Powder Man comes home, finds it amusing that his friend has vomited in the bed, and then decides that I would be interested in how he has been "banging chicks at the gym".  Needless to say I'm not interested, but he doesn't seem to mind and keeps on talking before finally going to sleep.

Some time later and I'm woken again by another roommate coming home.  This guy is also drunk, and also rather pissed off that the Canadian chap has vomited and fallen asleep in his bed, and so attempts to have an argument with him which is futile as Vomit Boy is comatose.

I'm ashamed to say it but I had a crisis and just had to leave the next morning and check into a nice hotel.

It was the right choice.  I had a wonderful time with a nice room, privacy, nice staff, and an excellent breakfast.

And the doorman was most handsome.

Pro Tip:  Avoid hostels with excellent rating by 18-25 year old Australians, English and American males.  Go for hostels where the young uns complain about not meeting chicks or having parties.