The girls (the vast majority of which are quite lovely).
The beer.
The coffee.
Being able to smoke everywhere.
Being English (which, in certain circles, is like being royalty, in that people buy you things and ignore your ignorance).
Crossing the road ('what ever doesn't kill you, can only make you stronger').
THE WORST THINGS ABOUT VIETNAM.
The taxi drivers (one day, some one shall shout 'motor bike' in my face one too many times and i shall rip his throat out)
The Trains.
The Tea.
Crossing the road.
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