Dear Diary,
It’s past 4am and my feet feel like frozen dumplings exposed at 17 degrees. I’ve been tryna make a decent intro for this trip but I just suck at this whole narration thing without coffee. Am too scared to go down and we’re about 5 floors above the lobby so it’ll be a pain to go back up for a single serve cup. This is the exact reason why instead of a meaningful recap of my day, you are seeing photos. 
Sucks to be ripped off by P750 at 4:30am. Hate it.
Xin chao!
the alley leading to a guest house strip in Ho Chi Minh
other end of the alley
the alley
where we stayed: Blue River Hotel
Only $25 for a double/twin room per night…FREE WI-FI!
My legs hurt from all the walking yesterday. I knew it—I should’ve not laid low on the dancing. It’s soooo payback time! 
Love love,
P
ps. My pants feel terribly snug. I think it’s the spring rolls. I must’ve had about 8 today! 