This afternoon, sta in Crazy Kim's I ordered a glass of Vietnamese white wine. It was the single most disgusting thing I've ever tasted. And I've drunk some pretty dodgy wine.... Was really looking forward to it too - am getting bored of beer. Am not sure about this place (Nha Trang), there's not much to do really, apart from sit on the beach, which I can't do as my sun burn is too bad. The street vendor and motor bike people here are more persistant; and the kids are the worst. I think the poverty is starting to get to me now. I just found myself getting annoyed (I didn't show it) because two kids came up and kept going on about us buying postcards while I was trying to eat. It irritated me, but then what right do I have to be irritated? They don't even have enough to eat. These are street kids. And I get irritated about manners for god's sake. But I suppose you have to draw the line somewhere. You can't buy from everyone, there are so many, and its not just the kids you feel bad for either. I offered them pizza but they didn't want it. These kids want the money to give to their parents. If you let it get to you you can't be here, in this sort of country, but what you have to do is virtually ignore it, which is worse, isn't it? I ordered a bottle of French white wine and sent back the glass of Vietnamese wine (which was full) - much to the confusion of the waitress. She came over with a bottle quite indignantly a while later, it was chilled but it looked like it was red; I said "Is this red or white?" and she just said yes. I concluded that (a) it was freezing cold so how could it be red? and (b) i didn't want another confusing conversation. So I just said it was fine. Needless to say, it was red. Cold red wine. Anyway, it was by far the single most expensive thing we'd bought since geting to this country so I had to drink it. So we were there to stay for a few hours and Dan finally got his way and taught me how to play chess. Sat in another bar later on and a guy came up selling books (they are all copied books here). He had 'The Girl In The Photograph' which is about Kim Phuc, the girl in the napalm bomb photo. We bartered with him and my highest offer was 35,000, having already got him down from a ridiculous 180,000 (they start at anything), he said no a drove off then re-appeared 15 minutes later with the book, laughing. I bought it.