An Indian Abroad

Jamie's Italian, Sydney - Review

2012-10-22T01:57:00.000+11:00

What do you get when you ask Jamie Oliver to make you tea?
Answer: Olive Oil!

Jamie Oliver - Who could not fall in love with this guy's relaxed and cool cooking style? And who could not fall in love with how he drizzles "a tiny bit" i.e. the whole bottle of olive oil to make a small serving authentic Italian Pizza. God I love this guy! Jokes aside, he is one of the greatest cooks I truly admire.

So when my colleagues were organizing a work lunch at Jamie's Italian, I was ecstatic. Jamie's has a strict booking policy. They only accept bookings for groups over 6. Wait time on the phone to make a booking = 30 mins (Vodafone customer service, I love you from now on!), and wait time to get in without a booking = close to 2 hours! Yup, that is how insanely popular this restaurant is.
Luckily were were 6 from the office and we got a reservation.

The ambiance at Jamie's is true to Jamie Oliver's cooking style - relaxed and rustic. No fancy lights, no funky tables/chairs - nothing glamorous. The focus is here is just on food.

And now about food itself: The menu at Jamie's is quite extensive. BUT, its not quite extensive for vegetarians.
Seeing how many vegetarian dishes Jamie Oliver incorporates in his shows and cookbooks, I was quite surprised by the few vegetarian options the menu had. While the starters had a few options, the mains were heavily meat based - not one vegetarian dish.
As per the waitress, the pastas were the only dishes that could be vegetarian-ized. For the strict vegetarians, the pasta itself is made out of eggs so be sure to ask for the gluten free pasta. Oh well...

So as our entrees made way to our table, I am already salivating....to take a picture of the food! (As I got my phone out, my colleagues gave me a dirty stare which translated into "you're not one of those people that take pictures of food - are you?" Me: "Yeah, I am a proud food-stagramer" Nice try - fail, Vidya!

We ordered Tomato Bruschetta, Roasted peppers on chick pea flat bread and salt and pepper squid.
Bam! The Bruschetta was truly the best bruschetta I've had. The rightly toast bread was layered with silky ricotta cheese, fresh & sweet cherry tomato halves and the just the right amount of basil drizzled with olive oil. The absolutely divinity lasted in my mouth for less than 2 minutes! For $10 a plate (2 Bruschettas) it was well worth it. The roasted peppers was fine - while it dint excite me like the Bruschetta, it wasn't bad either.

For mains, I chose the Truffle Tagliatelle - which is essentially Burnt butter pasta with shaved truffles and Parmesan. i.e. the right amount of carbs and fat in the form of 2 heart attacks packed in one lunch. My colleagues picked their choices and one by one the orders started come in. The Veal Saltimbocca ordered by my colleague was severed on a wooden plate, garnished masterchef style.
And finally came my Truffle Pasta - and was just out of the world!

Hey, how could something drenched in butter and cheese possibly taste bad! The smell of butter and the melting of parmesan cheese on the hot pasta was just uh, phenomenal.

Carbs, fat, calories - who gives a damn! It was absolutely amazing. Oh how I love gluttony! I ate the butter pasta almost till my nose that I had no place for dessert (both in my stomach or wallet). Shame!

My final verdict: I read a few reviews online before going and the reviews were quite mixed so I warned myself not to get my hopes to high. Would I go again - absolutely! Although the Vegetarian choice quite limited, Jamie's is a great place for a group of friends who love Italian food in a relaxed environment. And of course, you can show off to others and have something interesting to talk about your exciting weekend when you meet your colleague at the water fountain.

Ambiance: Relaxed - Be prepared to have loud conversations with your friends as it gets quite noisy

Price: Pricey - i.e. not student friendly - No brainer! $10 for a plate of Bruschetta & $24.90 for Truffle Pasta (I bet the 2 pieces of shaved Truffles cost $24.00)

Service: British backpackers who couldn't find a job - Not the world's friendliest staff.

PS: On a less lofty note, I also realised that eating the butter & cheese covered pasta 2 hours before my Bikram Yoga class doesn't always work well.

Happy times!

2012-05-21T14:00:00.000+10:00

Hey Everyone!

"Patience and perseverance can overcome mountains" - well, truly.

Yup, after quite a bit of struggle and patience, I have found a job! - a very good job, in the city I love.
I am starting next week and I couldn't be more excited.

I really appreciate all your wishes and comments on my facebook page. 2 months of living out of a suitcase at a friend's couch has finally ended and I look forward to starting a new life once again in Sydney.

Happy times ahead! :)

Update - Unemployment/Friend's wedding

2012-05-08T17:34:00.003+10:00

http://www.facebook.com/vidya.sramanHey Everyone!

I know I know, its been ages since I updated this blog. Life has been quite different since returning from Vietnam. To start, I was made redundant on my 2nd day of joining work. Apparently while I was away, there was some major restructuring happening in our office. The management had enough people in my role, hence decided to let go of me. Yup, sucks! not quite the surprise I was expecting after just returning from a holiday and blowing all my money on buying work suits :P

Anyway, after crying/cursing/b!tching, it was time to move on. My best friend in Sydney was going to get married in the last week of April. I thought it was a great opportunity to come to Sydney and help her with her wedding and maybe look for jobs while I was here.

So, the last month of my life has pretty much been on my friend's couch, helping her and catching up with other friends and trying to look for work here.

My Friend's Wedding:

My friend met her husband through an Indian matrimony website. They spoke to each other over the phone, got to know each other and he finally flew from India to meet her. After getting to know each other in about 10 days, they knew they were meant for each other and they set the wedding date. (Yup, 10 days is all it takes to decide "The One" she says!) She is having an Indian Style wedding back home but wanted to register their wedding here. Hence the Western style wedding here.
I loved every aspect of planning for the wedding - shopping for her dress, booking a limo on the wedding day, ordering the wedding cake & planning the after wedding party.

The wedding ceremony as such was close and cozy. After their registry wedding, we headed out to a pub to just chill while the bride and groom went to their hotel rooms to get changed. We met them for dinner at Kazbah, a Lebanese restaurant at Darling Harbour. This has to be the best fine dining Lebanese restaurant I've been to. Knowing there were a few vegetarians, the chef took extra care to make special dishes for us. My favorite has to be the stuffed Zucchini flowers served as entree. And the Hummus, YUM! We could barely get past the entrees and had Veg. Tagine & Fattoush for mains. Yum yum yum.

After Wedding Party:

After the dinner, it was party time! I was busy organizing things the whole day, that I forgot to take my ID with me. You know how this story ends.....I go the night club, the bouncer stops me - I wink at him and......he doesn't let me in! Hmmmm...Yup that dint work.

Oh well, lets try another night club. My friend & I walk and pretend to be so engrossed talking to each other while passing through bouncer and he shouts at us asking for our ID. She shows hers and I pretend to search mine. I look at him with the most innocent face and......Nuh, doesnt work. He doesn't let me in. O.K. thanks for thinking I am young & drop dead gorgeous (yeah I like to praise myself :P) but do you seriously think I am under 18! Far out!

One last try at another club. This time, I come clean and let him I forgot my ID. He plays "Let-me-guess-your-age" game. He says I should be 27 - I want to punch him on his face for increasing my age but I shout "Spot on man!" He lets us all in. Phew!!!

As we hit the dance floor, we hear the most depressing music with 1-2 drunk people who would dance to any crap music. What a waste! We stay for some time and decide to go to my friend's hotel room and continue our party there. My friend booked a "Honeymoon Suite" at a five star hotel for the night. We were initially going to stay there for an hour and make our way home. But, things don't always go as planned. We partied and partied and partied so hard that we got told off my our Hotel management and our neighbors for being too loud.....5 times!

We finally went to bed at 4 or 5 in the morning and I woke up next day spewing all over the toilet of the 5 star hotel every 5 minutes. As we got a cab to come home, I had the worst food poisoning that I could not sit in the cab for more than 5 minutes. There we were, sitting in our cab on the iconic Harbor Bridge and I opened the cab door to throw up - on the Harbor Bridge. 200 meters later, I open the cab for another batch and kept doing this until we reached our local medical center to get hospitalized. I pretty much spent rest of the week drinking electrolyte and have just slowly graduated to baby food.

Yes I got sick, yes I am still not a 100% but no I would'nt change a thing! I am so happy for my friend and her husband and I wish them all joy and happiness for their future.

Here are some pics I took of the wedding.

I have a couple of interviews lined up this week. I will keep you guys posted. Enjoy & wish me luck guys :)

More pics on facebook :)

Getting swore by a local - The real local experience

2012-04-09T12:37:00.000+10:00

I took an overnight bus from Nha Trang and reach Saigon at 6am. This is my last day in Saigon which I reserved for any last minute souvenir shopping.

So I check in to my guesthouse where I am greeted with some tea and fruits and suggestions for a nice breakfast. I love this place already. I rest for a couple of hours and leave for some random wandering. I meet my friendly shop keeper at her department store, eat some yummy food, and just stroll around the streets.

I then go to Ben Than Market to buy some souvenirs for friends. I only have $50 on me and I need to pay for airport pick up, my hotel and keep some money aside while transiting in Singapore airport. So I budget carefully.

Now in Ben Than Market, there are millions of shops on top of each other selling the exact same products but are priced slightly differently. I wanted to buy some freshly ground coffee so I was scanning through each shop and I came to shop where a young lady was sitting.

She is so eager to sell that she starts shoving each blend of coffee beans into my nose for me to smell the freshness & the blend. I have lost my sense of smell by then and finally decide on a particular blend. I tell her I need 200gms and she quotes a price. After the usual haggling we decide on a final price and she runs to get 200gms from another shop. I give her the money and she stares at me. Turns out, the price she quoted was for 100gms and not 200gms. I don't want to spend double the amount so I tell her she misunderstood what I said and turn to start walking.

She slaps at my wrist, (Ouch!) (here's the best bit) and on top of her voice, shouts something that sounds like "Fat queue" in her Vietnamese accent. I turn back again thinking, "WHAT!!! did she just say THAT??? I surely heard "You".....Oh my god she actually said it...she swore at me". Every tourist there has stopped their shopping and is looking at me probably thinking "God knows how much this girl must have haggled with the poor shopkeeper in a country where things are already cheap".

I cant even get out as it is pouring outside and I am trapped in the market. I pick my phone with a flat battery and pretend to read texts and call someone while the nosy tourists are still looking at me. Should I tell them the story and convince them that I am like a cuddly teddy bear and I have a heart of gold??? Oh, stuff it!

It stops raining after a while so I run out of the market. I walk around the streets that I might have missed before. I go to the temple to meet my Indian friend. He suggests that we catch up for dinner. So I head back to my hotel and pack my things to leave for Melbourne next morning. He comes to my hostel and picks me up and we go to an Indian restaurant.

The chef of this Indian restaurant was apparently the chef of the Indian governor general. Hmmm OK, I can totally picture the price of the food.

So as we sit at the Restaurant and scroll through the menu, my eyes automatically scan for the cheapest item on the menu. Great, I've found something for $2 - Masala Poppadums. Hmmm... I am going to starve. By then my Indian friend tells me, the dinner is on him as I am his guest. I tell him convincingly that I have to treat him hoping he wont say yes. We order some food and as the bill arrives I stare into my wallet for 2 minutes thinking how the hell I am going to pay for this, but he quickly snatches the bill and pays. Awww, I feel bad. We talk for a bit and he drops me back at my hostel again.

I have a couple of hours in the morning next day before I leave for the airport so I decide to buy something for him. With the limited money I have, I buy some apples (the most expensive fruit in Vietnam) and go to the temple. He's not there yet, so I write a nice note for him & his family and leave it with the apples.

I come back to my hostel and my taxi is ready to pick me up. As I get on the taxi, I get a text from my Indian friend saying the apples and the note are the most heartfelt gifts he's received so far. Awww I'm touched :)

I get to the airport and wait in the line to check in while joyfully reminiscing the last two weeks, the adventures, the encounters, the good, the bad and most importantly the friends I've made, the Jetstar guy at the check in counter oh-so-sublimely brings me back to reality by saying I'd have to be detained in Vietnam as the Australian Immigration wont give me permission to board. w-t-f! Seriously, WTF! He asks me to wait while checking in other passengers as my issue is taking time to resolve. He contacts his boss who is trying to contact the immigration. Anyway, after 15 minutes of confusion, helplessness and extreme prayers to all gods, he tells me its all good. Turns out the Dept. of Immigration dint have my updated records. Phew, I hate you Immigration!

I finally land in Melbourne. Ohhh, how awesome & quick were the last 2 weeks!

Yes, I backpacked alone. I cant believe I did it!
As Mark Twain rightly puts it, "...nothing so liberalizes a man and expands the kindly instincts that nature put in him as travel and contact with many kinds of people"

I feel like a new person......until I go to my room to lie on my bed. Oh crap, I have to clean it first, its so messy. Damn I wish I was traveling!

Lonely in Nha Trang - Day 11

2012-04-04T10:08:00.001+10:00

After the 14 hour journey with barely any sleep, I get to the party town Nha trang. I go to my hostel and ta-da its full. I am totally exhausted. The lady there takes me to another hotel. I have to pay a couple of dollars more but I'm in no mood to haggle. I get to my room and the shower doesnt work. Far out! I take a cold shower at 6 in the morning and all I can think of now is to call my bank ASAP to cancel my card. I come downstairs and go back to my original hostel. The girl there is very friendly and I tell her the rough night I had. I call my bank from my phone and do all the privacy/security checks for 3-4 minutes and just when she is about to transfer me to the correct department to cancel my card, I get cut off! Damn, I dont have enough credit.

The receptionist takes me to a grocery store to buy a refill card to top up my balance. Now I have only $100 on me and I need to get by for another 3 days plus return back home. I pay 100.000 dong ($5). I scratch it and enter the pin and.......it doesn't work! Oh god. Turns out it was another phone company's card and wont work on my phone. The shop lady wont take it back as it is already scratched! Ahhh $5 gone! I take a deep breath and head to the nearby post office and try calling from there. I call my bank and get disconnected for another 3-4 times again then finally I cancel my card. I ask them if there have been any transactions on the card since yesterday - she checks while placing me on hold - my heart is beating so fast and I m sweating and shivering - "no transactions after 4.30pm" she confirms. Phew!!

Now I can totally picture my brother taking his hands to his forehead and shaking his head. I obviously wasn't going to call him - there really is nothing he could have done except worry. I have to sort out the mess I created. There is just something with me and travel - last year when I was in gold coast, I lost my wallet and my licence, I've lost ATM cards numerous times in Sydney and the medicare card - it has been reissued like 6 or 7 times. No, I'm not proud of this and I'm not bragging at all. While I am laughing now thinking of how it all happened, it was not nearly humorous then.

Well, another lesson learned. I only hope the heartache of losing something teaches me to be even more cautious next time.

So its 8.30am and I have the whole day to go around Nha Trang - I ask my hotel lady to book me on a tour which starts at 8.30. The trip costs $6 so I think its much better than sitting in my hotel room. She calls the guy and I run to the bus. I get on the bus and all I see is Asian people. WHAT! where am I! I thought Nha trang is a party town full of white people but the bus is full of local Vietnamese couples. Now I have nothing against Asians, but hey we all know they are least friendly and how love their own group. I sit and spot a white couple. Its the 3 of us vs the sea of local vietnamese. We get off the bus and I start talking to the English couple. The whole bus is full of couples and I am the only single traveler. I have never felt weird traveling alone until I came to Nha trang. The asian couples are the worst - wearing his/her t-shirts, taking pictures of each other in the most random locations with awkward poses and doing all couply things. The tour guide comes to me and says, "Why you come alone, you come with your boyfriend, more fun".......Yeah, thanks!

They take us to an island to snorkel and dive. There is no instructor to help you snorkel but there is a guide for diving. Now I can do basic swimming...like a dog - not like the cute dog on TV commercials, but an angry dog trying to save its life while splashing water on everyone. Hmmm...I am not going to embarrass myself...or Australia or India. So I decide to go diving with an instructor. Its $25 - I think twice and decide its O.K. I wear my gear and my guide instructs me. The english girl says she went diving and she hated it. I'm already in water, hmmm O.K.

So he puts the breathing apparatus on my mouth and I feel like I am about to choke. I m not even 10 meters in the water and I just want to go back. I have water on nose, eyes and ears and I already have a bad cold & flu. I m half way down to see the corals and I tell him I want to go back, he convinces me I'll be fine but I insist I want to go back. He keeps telling me I'll be O.K. but I am petrified of going deep underwater. He then tells me I would still have to pay him $25 for coming half way. WTF! I take the breathing apparatus back from his hand put it on my mouth, shut my mouth, hold him tight and dive straight in.

I am prepared to die than waste $25! Geez!

I see some beautiful corals and beautiful fishes. He says its time to head back - $25 for 10 mins.

We come back to our boats and we're taken to other islands where we laze on the beach, and just relax. We again get back on the boats and we have a song/dance show. So what they do is, they invite tourists from every country individually and sing a popular song from the country. So one by one, people from US, France, UK, Korea and other countries go up to the stage and sing songs. Its Australia's turn. He asks me if I know Waltzing Matilda. I only know "Aussie Aussie Aussie....Oi Oi Oi" Oh god, I am such a disgrace to Australia :( He doesn't know any Indian songs so I sing 2 lines of Jai ho and mime the chorus of Waltzing Matilda and hide my face and come back to my seat.

We finish our tour at 5. I get back to my hotel and I am ready to leave for my last bus trip to Saigon.

Group spooning & Farts

2012-04-02T17:11:00.000+10:00

When things go bad, they just dont stop there - they go from bad to worse.

I hop on the bus to experience what would be the worst ride of my life. Apparantly the bus company had overbooked people and I am having to squeeze into a 5 bed seater. As I mentioned before, the sleeper buses in Vietnam are nothing like the fully reclining, super comfy leather seats they advertise in their brochures. I go to my seat and there are already 4 people sitting there. Great! I am sandwiched between two couples. We are sleeping right next to each other with barely any space to move.

Yuuuuuuuuuuck! Everyone stinks. Oh God!

I take my deo (luckily I had it in my bag) and want to lift everyone's hands and spray it away.....but instead spray it on my mattress and the so called quilt and on myself and breath through my clothes & the quilt! Ewww.

I couldnt take a picture of my bus mates, but I googled and found this picture - this is how it literally was - Me sandwiched in between the big guy & the girl wearing glasses to his left.

The quilts given to us on the bus is more like a long towel. The aircon vents are broken and it is blasting cold air so I try to cover myself with the quits given. I can barely cover my top. While I am freezing and trying to fit into the mini quilts, I look at the BIG guy next to me with his girlfriend - he is also struggling trying to cover himself......and he can only cover his right arm and right leg! HILARIOUS! It looks like an elephant trying to cover itself with tissue paper!

I have lost my card, feel terrible receiving a gift from my receptionist, petrified hoping no one misappropriates my card but I cannot stop bursting out laughing seeing how the big guy can only cover his right arm and leg. Everyone in the bus is looking at me and but I still cant stop laughing. There is no place to keep my hands to my side so I have to keep my hands behind my ears (like how you keep in your hands when doing ab crunches). Ridiculous.

In the middle of all this at about 1 am, when things seem to have quietened a bit, I hear the biggest fart! I swear, no kidding. And it smells HORRID! It is the big guy next to me. F*&^%$#%^*&^K!!! I know this is gross but I can feel the hot air through my legs! How disgusting!

Oh god please, I want to die - RIGHT NOW! To top it all, he thinks its cute, smiles and holds his girlfriend's nose! WTF. What about the rest of us!

I try to get up to get some fresh air so I decide to go the toilet on the bus. There is a white guy sleeping on the floor (its pretty common to overbook people). So I look at him down sleeping so uncomfortably and try to be positive. But I regain my senses and realise, hey its much better to lie on the floor than having someone fart on your legs!! Its 1 am, the lights are off and I dont want to wake him up so I get down, hold on to the rails and I am diagonally crossing seats doing matrix stunts - the bus is moving fast so I am standing in a nice V to hold on to the rails and at this most awkward moment, the guy sleeping on the floor opens his eyes. Oh god.... A-w-k-w-a-r-d. I pray he doesn't recognise my face in the morning. I finally get to the toilet and Ta-Da...I am greeted by a puddle of awful smelling urine and poo. GROSS!!

I cannot get myself to stay there another second so head back doing my matrix stunts crossing seats. As I try to get up to my seat, the boyfriend (the non farting one) of the girl to my left asks "You dint go? what happened?

Me: "I dont think the flush works"

Him "Oh.....but mine went down"

Ewwwww! I dint ask you explanation!

White guy sleeping on the floor


Big farting guy next to me half covered with his quilt

2 hours later I can see someone hugging me - and it is the boyfriend (the non farting one) - WTH! He is hugging his girlfriend but because we are so close to each other, he is hugging me too. Ewwww! I lift his hands throw it away back on his face! I cannot wait to get off the bus. Finally there is a toilet break for 30 mins. The toilet facilities are very basic - like there is a small tiny wall to separate the men's and women's giving ample view for people to have a peek at each other while doing their business. Oh my god, can this get any worse?!

I talk to my australian friend explaining my seat and what had happened and we both cannot stop laughing while people eavesdropping are also chuckling. She then points me to the big guy who is eating sausages and eggs! "DUDE! Please STOP it! I cant take it anymore! No food for you till I get off the bus" (I silently yell to myself)

Oh god! I sure wanted the "local experience" of traveling in Vietnamese buses - but Hell, who would have thought I would have to sleep next to smelly farting backpackers!

The journey was 14 hours - needless to say I did not get a wink on the bus!

Sick of & in Hoi An - Days 8,9 & 10

2012-04-01T00:23:00.001+11:00

So I check into my in Hoi An room. My receptionist is extremely genuine and sweet. I make small talk for abt 5 minutes and she says I am her BFF....Ummm O.K! She tells me the best place for getting some clothes stitched and shoes made and says she has no affiliation with them. Ah, I am sold!

I go in search for something to eat -The lonely planet describes Hoi An as a charming town oozing with history and culture and a stroll down the street is supposed to be hassle free with lesser touts. Are you kidding me Lonely Planet!

In Hoi An every person's sister/mother/wife is a tailor. I am at the restaurant and the waitress/cook serves me and tells me her sister is (surprise surprise) a tailor and pretty much commands that I get clothes tailored from her sister. I burp, pay for my meal and leave. I look at some shoes in a shop and some random person walking on the street comes up to me and says her mother is a tailor. I ignore and keep walking. I go the public toilet, the lady there tells me her daughter is a tailor. Oh god, I cant even pee in peace!

I go to the tailor recommended by my receptionist....OMG it is every girl's dream. Now my friends will attest how I can spend 16 hours evaluating to buy something for $2. I am at the tailor and there are literally million designs to choose from. I sift through each design carefully until I decide what I want. Give them my measurements and they tell me it will be ready by 3pm next day. Perfect!

I go back to my hotel and start talking to my receptionist. I cannot fathom how sweet she is. She tells me she meets a lot of tourists but has never felt a connection like this. Wow! She tells me about her family and says her sister is a tailor - but never tries to sell her sister's services to me unlike every other person I met in Hoi An. When I asked why she dint tell me this before, she says if I dint like her sister's tailoring, she couldn't see me disappointed. Awww! Finally one soul in Vietnam that is not being pushy! That's it - I decide I want to get my clothes get done from her sister.

She invites me to her house next day to meet her parents and her sister. She is overjoyed to take me to her neighborhood and shows me off as her new foreign friend. Everyone is running around in her house frantically to get me something to eat/drink and make me feel at home. Geez! Such poor people but with a heart of gold! I am so humbled by their hospitality.

She tells her sister to charge me the bare minimum - I am a little low on cash as I have already ordered some clothes from another tailor and shoes from a friend she recommended. I feel terrible having to haggle with her but she willingly discounts the price for me. She tells her sister to stay awake all night and put her heart and soul to it. Awww!

She drops me off at my hotel. I meet my Australian friend from Hue and we go for dinner - the town is really meant for the newly weds and nearly deads. Its beautiful at night especially with lantern lit over a bridge. Every restaurant is full of happy young and old couples having a vacation of a lifetime.

I woke up next morning to experience what would be the worst day of the trip. My friend and I meet up for breakfast. After breakfast, I have my second fitting at my tailor (alterations made from first fitting). My bus is at 5 pm and it is 1. I am still waiting my shoes and clothes from my receptionist's sister. Everyone assures me things will be ready before I leave. I have a couple of hours to kill and my friend and I walk down the same streets for the 34526th time. There really is nothing in Hoi An apart from the millions of tailor shops next to each other. Even as a shopaholic, I am nauseating seeing so many clothes and I just want to run away from the town.

Its 4 pm and my clothes from my receptionist sister are not ready yet. Hmmm things dont look good. The next hour is crazy with me running around between my tailor, shoes shop and my hotel all 500 meters apart. Finally at 4.30 my receptionist gives my clothes. My bus is at 5 and I need to pick up my shoes and clothes from another place which is 500 meters away! I pay for my shoes. I am running low on cash so I run to the ATM to draw some money.

I cautiously count my money and put it back into my wallet safely. I come back and pay my receptionist. I still dont have enough Dong. I only have dollars and she doesn't have change. I am searching for any Dong I may have and as I am searching through my wallet I realise I have left my ATM card in the machine which is 500 meters away in the opposite direction! F*&%! NOOOOOO!

I run back to the ATM but can't see it. I am absolutely gutted and cant think straight. Its nearly 5 and I am yet to collect my clothes from another place and then take the bus. I come back to my hotel and I try to tell her that I have lost my bank card. She cant understand me and I have no time to explain it to her. She says its OK if I am running short. I am short by about $10 - this might seem not much for us but it is a lot of money for them. I feel so terrible for not being able to pay her the agreed price that is already heavily discounted but I m so helpless. I need to leave now or I'll miss my bus. While I m frantically shoving things into small bags, she hands me over a gift. Oh no! I feel even more terrible now.

Custom made shoes & clothes - The bad guys that caused me all the heartache!

She tells how much she has enjoyed meeting me and is about to cry seeing me leave. Shucks!

My brain is totally dead - I m still in shock loosing my card, hoping no one has misappropriated it and I need to run another 700 meters to get my bus and collect rest of my clothes. I give her a hug and all I can do is just feel helpless and terrible. I run like a mad woman with 3-4 bags in my hand. I stop at a street shop to buy a bag to shove these small bag in. I have no time to haggle and sensing my desperation, the lady wont budge with the price. Arghhh.... the bad karma for haggling everywhere is biting me at the most inappropriate time! I finally buy the most dirty overpriced bag and stuff everything. I run to my bus company and the guy there is yelling in Vietnamese at me for coming late. I have no time to explain. I tell him to wait for another minute while I collect my clothes from my another tailor. LUCKILY I have my credit card on me. All I can think is how lucky I am to not loose my passport. I pay them and run back to my bus company. He asks me to sit on his bike to take go the bus stop which is 1 km away. Far out! I have no time to call my bank and cancel my card. The guy shoves my bags. I get on the bus to experience the worst 14 hour journey of my life!

Next post: The worst bus ride. You're all going to love it! Stay tuned.

Not so awesome Hue

2012-03-29T20:53:00.001+11:00

We reached Hue at 10 in the morning. I met a lovely girl from Sydney and we decided to explore the city together after freshening up and checking in.

Hue was the imperial capital of Vietnam in the old days. The town has still retained its olden touch. There are beautiful citadels and tombs all over the town. This is the thing: When you see the first tomb you are super excited, you see & appreciate every detail in the construction, you are curious about how the king fought the war and you take great interest in the history behind the architecture. But when you have seen about 3-4 tombs/citadels, you cant be bothered with the details of where the king pee-d or what his favorite food was or how many concubines he had. Its all the same story.

Anyway, we walked through the whole city and saw all major tombs and citadels. While it was nice and peaceful, the city dint have much vibe. The roads in Hue are very french like and it was way too romantic for two girls backpacking Vietnam!

We came back to our hostel at 8. There, out of nowhere I met an Indian German girl I saw in my room in HCMC with her german friends. We both were delighted to meet again in Hue and she introduced me to her friends and we decided to go together for dinner.

The German girls have to be the coolest girls I've met on the trip. Yes, we all know the Germans are bloody brave travelers and they are the second most common thing you see in Vietnam, the first being motorbikes :P Geez, they're everywhere! I had a great time chatting & joking around with the girls.

My bus to Hoi An was at 12 next morning, so checked out did all the formalities and was ready to leave. Got on the bus and met a Brazilian couple - the usual, we start sharing our stories.

Its funny how travel changes a person. If you were having a coffee in Melbourne or Sydney sitting alone and if someone comes and strikes up a conversation, we'd all think what a weirdo/loser the other person is. But when you are traveling, you see a someone sitting alone, you go straight to them and have a conversation like you already know them. It is not that difficult meeting people at all ....unless you really ARE a weirdo!

Surprise surprise, our bus breaks down - every one is frustrated but the driver is fixes it soon - Ok in 45 minutes which is supposed to be quick as per Vietnamese standards. We reach Hoi An. I dint have a booking for Hoi An and was hoping to just rock up there since that is what most backpackers seem to be doing. I did the same thing but my luck, no vacancies. Luckily, my Swiss friends from Hanoi had given me their hotel card so I went to hotel. I meet the sweetest receptionist. Meeting her turned out to be the highlight of my trip in Vietnam!

More about Hoi An in tomorrow's post.

Booze Cruise - Halong Bay - Days 5&6

2012-03-26T23:19:00.000+11:00

I woke up next morning and got on the bus for Halong bay - The four hour journey is nothing like driving on the scenic Great ocean road in Melbourne. The road is full of bumps and potholes. So we get off our buses near the harbour and get the first glimpse of Halong bay - the view i Uh-mah-zing! Absolutely gorgeous!

We sat on a small boat to be taken to our cruise ship. I sit there with a big smile on face with a sense of accomplishment! A feeling of finally doing/seeing something that I've been wanting to do/see for months! The photos just don't do justice for the amazing place that Halong bay is.


Limestone formations on Halong Bay


A house on one of the Lime stones

We are told the rules of the cruise - No drinking with right hand - if you are caught, you have to slam the whole drink in one go - imagine drinking water from a 1 litre bottle! Second rule is not to utter the words "mine" and "ten" - or you have to do ten push ups. We have our lunch and our kayak boats are ready. I team up with my Swiss friend and we kayak around the bay and through some cool caves. Its pretty damn amazing (minus the random nappies floating around on the bay)

Our Kayaks


View from the cave


Kayaking through the caves

We come back for dinner and the real fun begins - drinking games on board! 2 packs of cards are scattered all around and you are required to pick a card and do what's told on the card. Some of the crazy activities include drinking with straight hand (i.e. no bending elbow), doing belly shots, mixing all drinks and slamming them one go- (ewww...beer+vodka+rum+whiskey = vomit), and a whole bunch of other games. To make the most of the happy hour, I bought 2 cans of Coke and got dirty looks from everyone for free :( I sat there praying the whole time hoping I don't pick cards that require me to do silly dares - I have'nt prayed that hard even for my Year 10/12 scores! Nervously, praying to every god I could remember, I drew my first card - It was a 7 of hearts - which meant I had to be the troll - i.e sit under the table and do nothing until someone pulls out another troll card. Phew! not that bad. I sat for nearly 30 mins. As I got up, our table was almost empty. Most of them had left. Damn! My other cards included shouting "F%^& you" at every one and daring someone to do something. All in all it was fun but it was way too much drinking my little liver could take - so we girls came back to our rooms and talked for a bit and fell asleep. Next morning we got ready to head back to Hanoi. We met some cool people on the bus, reached Hanoi at 5 and I had a bus to Hue at 5.30. So I quickly said my byes to my new friends and actually felt pretty sad leaving them.

I got on the famous Vietnamese sleeper bus for my 14 hour journey to Hue. I thought I had experienced the worst bus/train journeys having traveled 2nd class on Indian trains - boy was I wrong! The Vietnamese sleeper buses are mother of 2nd Class Indian trains.

Sleeper buses in Vietnam

The seats are so narrow that there is barely any space to even keep my bag on the side - I wear my eye mask and go to sleep. At about 1 am the bus stops and I remove my eye mask and I m greeted by a smiling toothless Vietnamese man sleeping literally next to me, except on the floor! WTH - when did he come and how the hell he find the space to sleep! Geez!

Again not complaining for the price I paid to travel the whole country but its not quite what you expect especially when the travel agent shows pictures of a spacious bus with comfy leather seats.

Uber cool hostel - Hanoi - Day 4

2012-03-24T23:59:00.002+11:00

I take a flight to Hanoi from Saigon and reach at 7am and ta da - my airport pick up has not arrived yet. I should really learn my lesson that things don't always go as per plan...rather nothing ever goes as planned when overseas. Half an hour later, still no sign and I am on the brink of crying...no not really. I just want to smack them when I see them. I then get on my taxi to my hostel. O-M-G. The hanoi backpackers hostel is the mother of all backpacker hostels. (Maybe there other cool hostels around the world, but for the unseasoned traveler that I am, I've never seen anything like this before). I walk in and it looks like I've walked in to Facebook's head office - its so funky and all cool people are hanging around. Oh god I am starting to feel uncool already. I do all check in formalities and head to my 10 bed dorm room. I meet & greet my roomie who is from England and then the receptionist enters our room looking for Sara. Now, we don't know who Sara is but by then another roomie enters and says Sara is out. The receptionist leaves and asks us to tell Sara to meet them at the reception. Apparantly, the roomie says, the night before there was someone topless in the room. She rubbed her eyes again to see if it was a girl and turns out Sara was with a guy last night...and she then says casually, "Oh, its pretty common here. I don't think she is in trouble because of that". WHAT! Ummm where the F&*% am I!

I head to shower get ready and my new English roomie asks if I want to join her in going around the city. I happily join - we meet two other swiss girls and a german guy. We head out and take a break to
eat something. Everyone is casually chatting and sharing their travel experiences -
The german guy goes "zis one time when I was in Turkey I did bla bla bla",
The swiss girls" des one time when I was in South America, I......."
Another one "this one time when I was in (insert some cool place) I did (insert some cool thing). Faaaaar out! These guys are only my age and have traveled most of the world already!

Now its my turn. All I have to tell them is "This one time when I was at home sitting and watching Oprah, I burnt my 2 minute noodles in the microwave" Is that a cool story? Do I fit in? Oh god I m so uncool :(

We walk through the streets take pics, talk..the usual. I am not liking Hanoi - it just does'nt have the same vibe as Saigon. And the people in Saigon, Oh, they were super friendly and kept telling I look pretty - (O.K they were all trying to sell me something) Yeah I am gullible :(

Dog Meat maybe???

Roof Top bar - literally!

We come back to the hostel and its Happy Hour! and the craziness begins. I m busy booking tickets for rest of the trip and doing a bunch of other ad hoc admin stuff to organize my trip while others are busy getting wasted. Its too noisy and we have to wake up early tomorrow for our halong bay cruise so we go to bed.

Grindr - Day 3

2012-03-23T17:51:00.000+11:00

Turns out I was destined to talk to the cute Asian. He wakes up, looks half asleep (that's how they look anyways :P - Totally racist I know! ;) He introduces himself as a Korean American. We chat a little and I am off to stuff my face with the free breakfast at the hostel.

My plan for the day is to go around the city and see the rest of the attractions. I eat my breakfast and he comes down and sits next to me. He starts talking again. We have our breakfasts, turns out we have a lot in common. He asks me what my plan was for the day, and he asks if we could do it together. You mean like A date??? "Hmmm ok" I say casually and then say to myself, "Only because you are insisting". We first go to the War Remnants Museum.

The War museum is one of those attractions that leaves a lasting impression on anyone that visits the museum. It has displays depicting the horrors of the Vietnam War. It is terrifying and harrowing to see pictures of deformed babies and the men and women tortured during the war. I only took one picture of the way men were executed and it says its all:

We leave the war museum while chatting along the whole way going to our next stop. He tells his story, background, the usual and then, we reach our pinnacle of friendship - i.e. we become Facebook friends. Great - Now I can stalk him! :P

We get something to eat. I order the Vegetarian egg (Egg white made from tofu and the yolk from minced carrot - Yummmmmmmm!) and Veg pork from an Vegan restaurant:

He says he needs to rest since he has'nt slept well the whole night and asks plans for the night. Apparently there is a great nightclub in Saigon and we're both keen. So we decide to meet again at 9pm. We say our byes and I head off on my own adventure.

A motorbike tour guide approaches me. I am not keen, - motorbike tour with an unknown guy? hmmm..but he is persistent, quotes a fair price and I agree. I sit on the bike and he starts firing away the usual questions - Am I traveling alone, single?, ready to mingle? no, not the last one but the usual questions and makes it clear that he is single. Hmmm won't ever take up that offer!

We go to District 5 - explore china town and a some Chinese temples.

China Town - District 5

As I come out of the temple, he asks me, "So, what you pray?"

Me: "Ummm, that you don't charge me more when we get back"

He laughs. So I ask what he prayed for,

He says, "I pray same same girlfriend like you".

Oh oh, creepy - Now I actually close my eyes and pray that he takes me back to my hostel safely!

On our way back, he tells me I can ride his motorbike in a quite area. So we get to the quite area and he hands me over the bike. It is a geared bike - I have never rode a geared one so I am quite nervous. I start the bike he instructs me on how to drive and i start driving - wow! I am good at this. Hell Yeah!!! I feel like a man! I wave to the locals and show off my driving skills. I drive for nearly 5-6 kms. He is very impressed and tells I am a good driver. I tap on his knee and tell him in his style "Is ok...relas" We are nearing my drop off point and he asks what my plans are for the night. Sensing his eagerness I quickly say I am meeting a bunch of friends. He says "oh, I thought I take you to Karoke bar, we have few drinks and you sing"

I think to myself "Just work for what I pay for dude, don't give me all this extra service". His heart is broken. I get off the bike and do some more solo exploring. Its about time for dinner so I have my dinner and I head back to the hostel and pack things as I have an early flight to Hanoi next morning. Its about time to go out clubbing and the guy waits downstairs- this is where the fun begins...

We take a cab and go to the club - not many tourists and no one is dancing. We are having a major discussion if it is worth spending $1 on beer and 50cents on a bottle of water and we finally buy them. We go to a table finish our respective drinks and then hit the dance floor. He says he can dance - well. Now every guy likes to brag so I just shrug and start walking towards the dance floor. I can dance too - horribly.

So as we hit the dance floor I pull off my sexiest move - the step touch. He starts dancing, Yeah... he is O.K.....5 mins later, oh... he is good. 20 mins later, F*&#!! he is too good! And I am still doing my step touch. Oh god, I need to something cool. Maybe I should do some thing with my hands.... WTF do I do with my hands...O.K. let me throw them in the air. hmmm... I m the only one doing it. Its not the move for the song. He teaches me the body roll - his roll is a perfect wave, and mine, a perfect zig zag. Oh god, I am embarrassed. A few local girls half clothed are dancing and grinding every man on the floor. All eyes are on them....UNTIL one of them comes and starts grinding ME! WTF. Oh god, I've never had anyone grind me - ever. I am so nervous that I close my eyes... freeze. Awkward turtle Vidya! The girl is all over me and everyone seems to be enjoying it - except me. Hey the last time I was so close to a girl was when I was at my dentist 1.5 years ago and I dint really like it.

So now i think "O.K, do something cool Vidya and try to get out of it". So I do my sexy move, the step touch again backwards to go back. O.K. Great! now she starts grinding me from behind. Oh god! Another girl sees me and says "relas....have fun" I m too scared and all I can think is don't do anything more or I m going to punch you on your face.

She points me to the Korean guy and says go have fun - meaning go and grind him. Ummm... NO!! a) I don't know how to grind and b) I m not grinding some random cute great dancing Korean guy I met in the morning. So any way she pushes me to him and I still do my step touch. She still follows me and grinds me, hugs me. dances with/on me. O.K. seriously now go back. He is tired and I cant wait to leave.

I am so glad we are out. We say our byes and go to our respective hostels.

I come back lie on my bed and think "F*$@! I need to watch more of the - "how to dance in a night club videos on youtube - Damn it!"

PS: Korean guy, if you reading this, I dont stalk people. I mean, not every day, may be once a week....Nuh, seriously I dont :P

The best things in life are always simple things that are cheap - Day 2 - Mekong Delta

2012-03-22T19:05:00.000+11:00

Hostels are cheap for a reason - i.e. you cant expect to sleep when you pay $6 per night. Not complaining for that price, but hey, why do the beds have to so damn noisy! Every time Scott tosses and turns it squeaks. Oh and if you want to have an afternoon nap, well you'll have to go somewhere else - they don't turn on the airconditioning until 9 in the night.

Anyway I wake up to get ready to go on a day trip to Mekong Delta, HCMC's country side. I have breakfast and at the table I meet an Australian couple - we instantly bond. They tell me their plans and I tell mine and my bus is ready to pick me up.

I sit in the bus and a Korean tourist unwillingly sits next to me. He then puts his earphones on - Ummm dude, I was NOT going to talk to you! While the tour guide talks and tells a bit of history, the Korean is too engrossed passing level 9 in Fruit Ninja. The guide also warns us that the place is nothing like what you see on the postcards. Damn it! Why dint you tell me before booking! We reach the Delta and get on our boats. It's nothing like the floating markets in Thailand but its quite nice in its own way. We are taken to the Coconut candy making factory, rice paper making factory. We then get on a country style rowing boat. Its quite a nice trip except the 12'oclock heat. Calm river, birds chirping in the background, sound of the ripples as the ladies row the boat - I am enjoying this! We then go to a restaurant where are given home cooked meals. I meet a couple of melbourne girls. We get talking and they tell me how careful they are to not get food poisoning - they only eat bread and rice - plain....I want to throw up there but I just gulp and carry on.

They give strange looks at every thing they see - jackfruit, OMG what is that?, Peanut Candy, OMG that looks gross, Spring rolls - OMG they look dodgy. I say to myself, "OMG I want to run". I am all for trying to be cautious with food when overseas, but why expect a local experience if all you want to eat is Pizza and KFC! Anyway, to each their own.

After lunch we are given the option of riding a bike around the country side or resting on the hammock. Riding the bike in at 1pm and 36 degree does'nt sound good terribly exciting to me so I choose the hammock. They girls follow suit. We go there and rest.

Under the shade, cool breeze sitting on a hammock and doing nothing - now this is what I call a holiday! Yes, best things in life are always simple things that are cheap.

We rest for abt 2 hours and then we head back to our hotel and after about 3 hours, we are dropped off at HCMC. Everyone is tired. The girls ask what my plans are for the night - although I m dying to see the city at night, I don't fancy going out with them. So I say I am having a quite night and we part ways. I go grab something to eat and hit the sack at 8.30. I really am having a quite night! Scott is still doing some random internet surfing - god knows what! I am too exhausted to fill him on how my day was. I am fast asleep - then at around 3.30am someone enters the room. I open my eyes and spot a cute asian guy (Yes I can still spot someone cute even if I m half asleep :P). So I go back to sleep again, look at the guy and say to myself, Ahhhh, if we are destined to meet, we will...

Unfortunately day 2 dint have any racy bits like day 1 - BUT, day 3 took care of it! :P

Stay tuned....

A man's touch - Day 1 - Saigon

2012-03-21T19:50:00.000+11:00

With barely 2 hours of sleep in Singapore, we reached Saigon at 9am.

World over you hear that the people in Vietnam and HCMC specifically are the sweetest and the friendliest..right? WRONG! Well, not everyone.

After delayed flights and finally reaching HCMC I came to my guesthouse which is hidden in a small alley way.

A lot of reviews abt this place were about how friendly the host is. So I worked my way through the maze of alleys and came to my guesthouse expecting to see my friendly host. She looks at me and goes "Why you no say you will be late".

Me: "Ummm, I emailed you that my flight was late.

Her: "Yeah you email 2 hours late"

Me: Well, I dont have internet on the plane"

Her: "My driver wait for you 1hour in airport".

I am already loosing it and dont want to stay here. But I am in no mood to look for another accomodation after an exhausting flight. Anyway after patching up with her, she tells me to wait and use the internet while she does all the check in formalities. So I waited and waited and waited and after an hour I go up to her to ask if all the formalities are done and she says, check in time is 2pm and it was 10 am. WTF, she wont let me check in!

Since sleeping or having a shower was'nt an option, I said I was going to sight see and will be back by 2. She looks at me and says, "You so tired". So lady, you know I m tired and still wont check me in. EVIL!

Anyway, i took the necessary things and left to explore the city. I met my melbourne friends (the guys who were also going to Vietnam) who were having a beer, Saigon style, sitting in small chairs while I have a coffee. We then start exploring the streets and 100 meters later they take a break for a beer. I have another Vietnamese coffee. We start again, 200 meters, another beer stop, another coffee, again another beer stop 200 meters later. 2 hours and all I saw was bars after bars. Apparantly, that is what you are supposed to do in your holidays they tell me. I smile and politely say I want to actually see places. So I leave on my own - Ahhh it feels so good being alone and stopping where I want to stop! My first stop was the Hindu temple in they city. I met the caretaker Mr Laxmanan. An Indian man, with a Wietnamese accent who lives in France -yeah, weird. Absolutely sweet man. He tells me a bit of history about the temple, his father who was there 60 years ago and some amazing things about Saigon. He then tells me the names of places to get the best massage, best clothes, best Indian food and the best nightclubs in Saigon. He even writes a note to the massage lady and the clothes shop lady saying I am his friend and that they take good care of me! Oh, how sweet! He asks me to meet his mum who is the head priest at 7 in the night. I take down all the notes and head to see the sights - Ben than market, (had a lovely Pho for 50cents, hell yeah! I love Vietnam!) Reunification Palace, Notredam Catherdral and Post office. Great structures and amazing history behind each building. (I wont bore you with the history of Vietnam or the war, you can google it yourself if you would like to know the history).

The Massage:

Its already 5 and i think its time for a massage after walking for 6 hours in 37 degree heat and 100% humidity. I take a taxi and bargain with the taxi driver - taxi fare $2, he laughs at my aggressive bargaining skills - Damn right, I am an Indian woman and there is nothing sweet as getting a bargain! So he drops me off at the massage place. I show them the note, and lady there goes, "Sorry I dont know your friend so I cant give you that price". F&*%! Man, can anything not be straight forward! I still want a massage so I say ok, the expensive price is $10 anyways. So she guides me to a room and gives me change of clothes. I get changed and head to my bed. Then ta-da, a young man introduces himself and says he will be doing my massage. I think "Ummm should I say I need a lady or will they think I am lesbian :P" I smile at the guy giving my consent. He massages my head and asks me the usual questions, where I am from, how long I m there for, what I do and am I single.

He starts massaging my foot and throws flirty glances. With every stroke, he gives even more flirtatious looks - I m freaking out. So I decide its best to close my eyes and not look at him - smart me ;) He taps on my foot to ask if the pressure is ok - Dude, I am clearly trying to avoid eye contact! He then asks me to turn over to massage my back. I turn face down and a 30 mintues later, no warning, he takes my clothes off! WTF. I turn at him, he smiles and sensing my tension, he says "is ok...relas ma'am". OMG

I am too nervous. He starts massaging my back. mmm.... he is good :P I m secretly enjoying the massage. Vietnamese massage is totally different to Thai massage. He decides to climb on my back and walk! Umm hello, dude, why don't you walk on the floor. He puts my clothes back on serves me tea after the 1.5 hour massage. I say thanks to him hoping he wont remember my face and tip him 100,000 dong - yeah i m a generous b!tch :P

I head to the temple to meet Mr. laxmanan's mum. He sees me and tells me his mum is doing a special Puja (prayer) for me and has made special Prashad (blessed food). How sweet! I take pics with his mum and he introduces me to his wife, we talk for a bit and invites me to dinner the next day. Awww such sweet people. I say bye to them and come to my guesthouse. Finally, I check in!

I go to my room and meet my shirtless roommate Scott - Not quite the sight I look forward to as I enter my dorm room. Scott is a 50 something american going through a mid life crisis holidaying in VN for 3 months. Then another roommate comes in. Lydia, zest a leetal quite French girl. We say hi and head off to bed.

I try to sleep while still thinking about my day - the strangers I met, the places I went, the food I ate and how I can forget, the massage I had :P...hmmm good day me thinks!

How to make a man cry?

2012-03-20T21:22:00.000+11:00

My flight to HCMC was at 12pm. I am so excited that I wake up at 5am to get ready and leave. I reach the airport by 9.30ish and I am beaming with joy. After doing all the check in formalities, I proceed to my gate to board...only to hear from Jetstar that the plane is delayed - indefinitely. Aah crap! Apparently there are some engineering difficulties. Upon probing their staff, they tell me, a part has gone missing on the plane and they are trying to fix it. WHAT?! Geez! We are informed 2 hours later that it would take atleast another couple of hours for the plane to take off - they try to pacify us by giving us $10 vouchers. Yay! Later they inform me that I would miss my connecting flight from Singapore due to the delay. Ok this is getting crappier. They then tell me I'll have to board the first flight to HCMC next morning as the one I was supposed to be on was the last for the day. Oh god. So I write an email to my hostel in HCMC and inform them that I dont need a pick up from HCMC airport. I am trying to be all positive and take a couple of deep breaths - *sigh* hmmm doesnt work! Anyway I try to sit patiently and we finally board at 5 pm.

I eagerly wait to see who is going to be sitting next to me - I am so nervous. I brush my hair with my fingers and pat my face to freshen up and then..... a nosy Indian guy comes and sits next to me - OOO.K - I quickly wear my eye mask and I am off to bed even before the safety briefings.

We are about to land in Singapore and we are given the immigration cards to fill. I dont have a pen so I ask one of the crew members and one of the crew guys gives me his pen. It is a really cool pen - every time you write something, there is a small bulb on the cap and the light glows - Ahh cute! So I fill the details and wait to return the pen but we are about to descend so the flight attendant does'nt come. We land in Singapore and I leave his pen on my seat. I see him while exiting the plane and I tell him his pen is on my seat.

Those of us who have missed our connecting flights are gathered just outside the gate for information from Jetstar. There are about 70-80 people going to different destinations. I wait with the crowd for instructions for my flights to HCMC. The gay crew guy comes and tells me he cant find his pen. So I tell him to wait a couple of seconds till I get my information. He goes "Sorry, that's not my problem. I need my pen NOW. You stole my pen". WHAT? Did he just say I stole his pen?? So I politely tell him I dont steal pens and tell him to look harder near my seat. He is not prepared to listen and asks me to go with him immediately. I tell him I need to hear my flight instructions and ask him to give me 2 mins. He says "NO. Come now, I dont care". Quickly this turns into a big scene and everyone is looking at us. Oh god this is embarrassing. One of the passengers sticks up for me and says the crew member cant talk to me like that -Thanks bro! But that guy wont budge. I am fuming and I ask if someone can take down instructions for HCMC. A couple of guys also going to HCMC say they'll take down all the information for me. So I go back to the plane with the crew member and unfortunately I cannot find the pen. It has probably fallen when people were getting off. He is clenching his teeth and says the pen means a lot to him. I apologize profusely and tell the cleaners on the plane to look for the pen while I am looking under every seat. The crew member gets all angry and started walking away. I feel really bad but I am really helpless. I offer him money - that's really all I can do. So as we are approaching the gate, the guy starts sobbing.....uncontrollably! Oh crap. I feel so bad. Everyone in the airport is looking at me thinking what I've done to him. His crew friends comfort him but he wont stop crying. He throws dirty stares at me, wipes his tears and walks away. The guys going to HCMC wait for me and we head off to take the bus to go the hotel booked for us by Jetstar.

We are having dinner and we are still talking about how weird the whole thing was and I cannot believe I just made a guy cry.

Introduction

2012-03-20T02:03:00.000+11:00

Hi, I am Vidya 24 years old working for a Finance Advisory company in Melbourne. I have just returned from my first solo travel in Vietnam. As people ask me how my holiday was, I tell them the same stories again and again and thought it would be cool to document them and share it with more people - and hence the creation of this blog.