Today I ventured the cold during my lunch hour to pick up my passport from the post office. It's finally here! I now have a visa for the Socialist Republic of Vietnam.
I get a mixed reaction when I tell people I'm going to Vietnam. I think its mainly because when you say Vietnam people think of the war and pick pockets. Cue all the warnings about watching my belongings, keep to the well travelled routes and not going anywhere on my own. I smile and nod, taking heed as if it's the first time I've ever thought about that.
Last night though, my Grandad offered a sound piece of advice. He said something like this: "When you go to Vietnam, you've got to be very careful," - I braced myself for the suggestion of a money belt - "because if any one plants drugs on you, you'll be locked up for life! It happens all the time."
Thanks Grandad but I don't intend on becoming a drugs mule any time soon.
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