After forty hours away from the beach, we decided we needed to get back as soon as possible. Another five hour bus ride landed us in the town of Nha Trang. Nha Trang is know for its beaches, cheap scuba diving, and crime. We successfully experienced all three. Being a gnarly, extreme bro, Max was scuba certified at the tender age of thirteen. Andy and Andrew were able to get certified in only three days at Nha Trang.
Chill vibes peace sign from Andy and perfect form air guitar from Andrew.
Bros catching some rays in between dives. The wetsuits reeked like piss.
A three-foot long underwater slug was one of a few highlights we saw while diving. Others included eels, weird looking horse fish, and some lion fish (Deuce Bigalow fish).
Here's a picture of the guys with their scuba trainer Fabreezy. Fabreezy was awesome and gave the guys all the answers to their test so they didn't have to do any studying or reading. Sometimes his teachings were a little sensual, but Andy and Andrew were okay with that ;).
Regarding the crime, nearly everyone we met told us about getting something stolen while walking back to their hotel from the bars in Nha Trang. We were told many times to never walk back alone. Of course, on our first night there, we all got drunk and walked home separately. Andrew got his camera stolen while helping a girl look for her purse. Max was attacked by ladies on a bike who grabbed his junk (in a very painful way) while trying to snag his wallet. Luckily, he was able to get away by screaming loudly and running away with Usain Bolt like speed.
Our beautiful fair skin did favor us on a different night. While walking up to a beach party that had a long line full of Vietnamese celebrating their "Victory Day", we were spotted by a white woman working for the bar. She led us into the party without having to pay cover and gave us a VIP table next to the runway. We were given two bottles of vodka and enjoyed a night of traditional Vietnamese modelling and fire dancing. We even participated in a limbo contest in which we were dominated by four foot tall Vietnamese ladies. It was a much needed reminder to how awesome it is to be American.
After a strenuous three days at Nha Trang, we hopped on a twelve hour sleeper bus up north to Hoi Ann. After getting a little fussy about the small beds and it being scary on the upper level, some Aussies were kind enough to give us some Valium to enjoy the ride.
Here's a little bonus footage of Andrew ripping some water guitar. You could never guess from this video that he has no musical talent aside from reciting Birdman lines.
Sorry for the long post, but now it's time to get down on Friday.
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