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Bootleg Bin

06 April 2006 by dwb

The heathen known as “Bootleg Bin” is a behind the scenes heathen. You’re not going to see him in front of the camera banging a schoolgirl or ladyboy in the ass, but he is a vital part of the machine and a dear friend.

In fact, it was ‘ol Bootleg Bin who turned me on to Ladyboys. Go figure.

Today Bin got his second tattoo. He is 1/2 Japanese so he wanted to get something written that only sneaky Japanese like himself could read. He’s probably up to something.

Maybe it’s a plan for global destruction. Maybe it’s his name. Maybe he is reminding himself how big a prick I am. Maybe it’s the secret to life. What ever it says… I can’t read it and it’s on his arm for life.

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Drinking snake blood in Vietnam

24 March 2006 by dwb

Only in Vietnam can you eat a dog and a snake in the same day.

Against our better judgment, we stopped at snake restaurant (yes, they have those here) to buy a snake, kill it, and drink its blood for power. Or something like that.

The crazy looking Vietnamese man who owned the joint took us to the back and let us choose the snake. Of course if we’re going to do this, we’re going big, so we pointed to the biggest looking fucker they had. He said our choice was a poisonous snake, but fuck if I know. When your drinking snake blood, a snake is a snake.

All I can really say about what happened here is that it’s all fun and games until you almost vomit and snake blood literally shoots out of your nose as you gag. It’s not a pleasant experience, trust me on this one.

The blue pill looking thing you see in one of the photos below is the snake’s gall bladder. Yea, really. The person who pays for the snake is the lucky fuck who gets to eat it. Sometimes it sucks ass being the boss. And while you don’t actually chew the gal bladder, you just swallow it with a drink of blood. Then you can take the rest of the snake home to skin and eat the meat.

I passed on the gall bladder and gave the meat to my Vietnamese friend. I gotta draw the line somewhere. We were only here for the snake blood, and that’s as far as either one of us are willing to go today.

What does it taste like? Well, they mix the snake blood with rice wine so it has a little bit of an alcohol taste, but make no mistake about it, you clearly taste the blood. Ever have your nose busted and had the blood pour down your throat? Remember that taste? It’s like that, plus rice wine, plus snake funk, with just a hint of good old fashioned Vietnamese communism.

There are more photos of this, but Bin took them and his camera was stolen a few hours later. Yea, really. I just snapped these on my camera. Now I’m wishing I had shot them all.

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Eating dog in Vietnam

24 March 2006 by dwb

If you have ever been to Thailand, one of the first things you will notice (besides the awful stench blowing out of the street drains) is the insane amount of stray dogs running around. There are too many to count.

Some dogs will even walk right out into traffic and lay down in the middle of the street. Many of them won’t even get up when the horns honk at them. These are suicidal dogs. Until I came to Thailand, I had no idea dogs actually wanted to die and made attempts to do so.

Stray dogs are everywhere in Thailand. Foreigners usually call them “soi dogs.” In Vietnam, they are called “food.”

In the short amount of time I’ve been in Vietnam, I’ve yet to see a single stray dog. Not one.

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Goooooooood Morning Vietnam!

21 March 2006 by dwb

Bootleg Bin and I are in Vietnam. Hell yea!

The local money is called Dong. Really.

We landed in Saigon (now called Ho Chi Mihn City) and right out of the gate we got fucked up on our entry as we were missing a stamp on our Vietnam visas. We ended up in a pale green office with bad overhead lighting, explaining that it was an honest mistake on behalf of the Vietnamese Embassy in Bangkok. I thought maybe they were trying to scam us for a few extra dollars, and maybe they did, but it was only a few bucks and they let us go.

First, let me tell you one thing about the language here… forget it. I am pretty quick to pick up on basic language from just about anywhere but here, I’m totally lost. I can say “hello” and “thank you.” That’s it.

As with any city, any area that deals with tourists usually has a decent grasp of English, but if we venture off the beaten path here, this may be difficult unless it all starts making sense to me.

Being the international whore monger that I am, the seedy part of Saigon was whispering my name, so we sent off in search of some Vietnamese women who wanted to take our dong. See what I did there?

We found out that they’ll also take our dollars, and we had plenty, so our Dong was a waste. It took a little while to track down some quality tail, but we did and it was only $60 US Dollars for some grade-a, 18 year old, Vietnamese poontang. I’d also like to note that their pussy was not lined with razor blades.

I will discuss the intimate details of this poontang later. Right now I want to talk about how clean this city is. It’s incredibly clean. Parts of Saigon are very hip.

It has a vibe to it, rather than a bunch of people fighting to survive. While I’m sure that ugliness is right around the corner somewhere, I haven’t seen it yet.

Vietnam wants your dong and she wants it bad.

I will also add that the quality of gifts and shopping here is way better than most of Thailand’s poor grade tourist crap and copied garbage. There is some serious shopping here, way more than I expected. “You buy now!”

Before I go, I want to comment on the name of the city. It’s weak. “Saigon” is such a kick ass name. “Ho Chi Mihn City” is a second rate name. There is something going on in South East Asia where everyone is changing the best names, like Siam, Burma, and Saigon. All bad ass names. Now they are Thailand, Myanmar, and Ho Chi Mihn City. I’m sure there are many others who dropped the name ball, but those are the ones that come to mind right this second.

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