Good evening Vietnam

This is what the inside of my brain feels like after a day spent trying to make progress at our project site in Vietnam and then having to do the standard drinking for the sake of the project routine after work, whilst eating snails. And then returning to write complicated emails about finances.

I hope the wife of the guy who was asked whether he was married to someone beautiful and replied 'she is so-so' doesn't find out that she is middle of the range.

My knees are apparently strong enough to 'take 5 girls together', whereas my colleague at the table could only manage one, and another guy would have been able to manage two as his were slightly larger. I also received the offer if I was to travel to Hue on the coast, that I'd be able to choose from a selection of 5 girls who would be paraded for my benefit. I had hoped this would happen.

Vietnamese men are pretty misogynistic.