For those of you who may not know why I have actually come to south east asia, it is actually for an animal psychology based inquisition, studying the diffrent characteristics from dogs around the globe.
Vietnam has been an extremely fascinating part of my research, because there are alot of dogs here!!!
Here dogs are left to walk about willy nilly, I've seen more cats on leads than dogs (no mo fo joke).
I have tried to make friends with alot of the dogs, but they are much more concerned about each other, so i have only been able to study them from afar.
The most interesting thing is dogs reactions are completely opposite here from the reactions achieved at home. Like if you wave a stick at a dog here then it runs for its life, yet in England if you wave a stick at a dog then it wants to be your friend! It's like a polar (or half polar) opposite. Its like flushing a toilet on the other side of the equator, except with dogs!!!
So my conclusion is that I like dogs from all over the world!
Sunday, January 24, 2010
Monday, January 4, 2010
Got bitten by a girl!!
Been pretty flippin shit at the bloggin shit, but nether the less gather round children, because i have a story for you!!!
In the mountains in the north of vietnam there is a small tourist ridden town that goes by the name of Sapa. Surrounding this town are many tribes villages, which is where our story takes place.
In the village of Cat Cat which is home of the Black H'mong tribe I was doing a home stay with one of the locals. Whelst trekking I came accross a girl trying to sell me a bracelet. I didnt want a bracelet. She indicated that if i didnt buy a bracelet she would bite my finger off. I still didnt want a bracelet!!!! So she bit my pinky!!!
At the time I thought not much of this, i drew a little blood, but i am a big boy and expected to face such terrors on my travels.
So we left the village and over the next few weeks my little pinky got pinker and pussier and the skin was starting to come away from the nail. I used over three times my weekly savlon ration but no progress ensued.
After three weeks passed I was in danang and a fellow traveller told me that my hand might fall off. She heard a story about a guy who was fighting another guy like, and this guy was like "I'm gonna punch you" and the other guy was like "not if i punch you first". So one of em punched and cut his hand on his teeth like. Thought he'd won the fight, but a couple days later his hand was all pink and shit. He went to the doctor and HE HAD TO HAVE HIS HAND CHOPPED OFF!!!
This story shat me up so I went to the nearest doctor got my finger scrapped of all the puss and shit and got given antibiotics. Cost me fucking 70 dollars. Was pretty enoying, but luckily my pinky is safe.
So the moral of the story is dont go travelling unless you dont mind losing a finger.
Peace and Love.
Bye bye.
In the mountains in the north of vietnam there is a small tourist ridden town that goes by the name of Sapa. Surrounding this town are many tribes villages, which is where our story takes place.
In the village of Cat Cat which is home of the Black H'mong tribe I was doing a home stay with one of the locals. Whelst trekking I came accross a girl trying to sell me a bracelet. I didnt want a bracelet. She indicated that if i didnt buy a bracelet she would bite my finger off. I still didnt want a bracelet!!!! So she bit my pinky!!!
At the time I thought not much of this, i drew a little blood, but i am a big boy and expected to face such terrors on my travels.
So we left the village and over the next few weeks my little pinky got pinker and pussier and the skin was starting to come away from the nail. I used over three times my weekly savlon ration but no progress ensued.
After three weeks passed I was in danang and a fellow traveller told me that my hand might fall off. She heard a story about a guy who was fighting another guy like, and this guy was like "I'm gonna punch you" and the other guy was like "not if i punch you first". So one of em punched and cut his hand on his teeth like. Thought he'd won the fight, but a couple days later his hand was all pink and shit. He went to the doctor and HE HAD TO HAVE HIS HAND CHOPPED OFF!!!
This story shat me up so I went to the nearest doctor got my finger scrapped of all the puss and shit and got given antibiotics. Cost me fucking 70 dollars. Was pretty enoying, but luckily my pinky is safe.
So the moral of the story is dont go travelling unless you dont mind losing a finger.
Peace and Love.
Bye bye.
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