Alright, I'm starting to think there's some sappers attack me and my vacation. For those who don't know Sappers are engineers, but specifically in the American War in Vietnam, sappers were the North Vietnamese Army Sappers which were like ghosts. The US had land mines, trip flares (if you hit the trip wire a flare shoots up and 40 US troops shoot the shadow under the flare), claymore mines (land mine but command detonated, just activate the trigger and boom), punji sticks and barbed wire and pebbles inside pop cans so if anyone touched the barbed wire, the pebbles would jingle, and still sappers would deactivate everything and make it past all the defences and attack US troops. In early morning raids (past 4am) they'd wear white uniforms in the pitch black darkness, so they'd blend in with fog and mist, making them even more scary. Sometimes they'd have day time raids of just running in camp at 1pm in the afternoon and shake things up. Sapper's priorities were mostly destroying equipment like helicopters, jets, bombers, jeeps, trucks, etc. They only go after troops if they could get a lot at once, like everyone sitting to eat dinner or throwing explosives into a big bunker. They weren't in it to kill 2 or 3 US troops, and because of these daring raids most sappers were killed within seconds of exposing themselves. Sneaking into a base though, they would disarm all the traps and mines so a few hundred enemy troops could run the same path. The Viet Cong also had sappers but they were trained by the North, so kinda same-same.
Anyways, the sappers are trying to get me and destroy my vacation! They stole my debit card! Then they gave me food poisoning or something, now what did they do? I emailed the Canadian Consulate and asked if my debit card came in yet. The boss sent out a mass message saying "Anyone see a debit card from TD Bank for a James Forbes?" to which one replied "Yea, it came in on Friday but I sent it back because I didn't know who he was." CRAP IN A HAT!!!
So my friggen debit card crossed 14,000km for some fucktard asshat Viet Cong Sapper can send it back 14,000km back to Toronto. I figured it out. You see when South Vietnam was falling and the North was taking over, people were rescued and some came over all the way to Canada by boats wanting in. They were the Vietnamese boat people and I'm thinking it was late 70's/early 80's. Well some were Viet Cong sleeper agents who's mission was to immigrate to Canada, get citizenship, obtain a certain position weather it's in the government, military, anything that would be useful to the original cause. Well they got a job with the government, knew Vietnamese so they were to work at the Canadian Consulate. They went active and their mission is to destroy Canadian vacations and lower the moral of Canadians abroad. If you think I'm joking (which yes, yes I am haha) go watch the new movie Salt with Angelina Jolie in it, that's a good example.
I told the Consulate (you know what, no more capitals for it, it's not special anymore to me!) consulate (there), that I am James Forbes, that was my mail and what happened!? They said they didn't know I was using them as a mailbox. Then why did they make me fill out all these forms on who am I, where I'm from, what do I need and have me talk to a human being, Bo Phan Lanh Su (I have her card, if i didn't she'd be... wait, I don't know random Vietnamese female names and Tran is taken haha), talked to her, told her what's up, she said I could use the consulate as a mailbox, gave me her card and told TD where to send it, to which after I was to come back, tell her that mail for me is inbound (which I did) and played the waiting game for at least two friggen weeks!
Alright, my vacation isn't destroyed (but what will happen next!?) but its to the point where I'm wondering if I should stay and wait for my card and kill another two weeks? Should I head up North to the places I want to see with only a Visa card, and if I lose that I'm fucked? Should I just tour the lower half of Vietnam and only be a few hours away from Saigon when my card does come? I don't know, still debating. All I know is that I'm here for a day or two more, until my guts mello out and ship off some American War items I've bought. I know tomorrow morning I have to go to the post office, to make a phone call, because it's a crazy jumble of numbers to make a call out of Vietnam and into Canada, even more so if the call will be collect, which it will be. If TD wants to put me on hold this time, it's on their friggen dollar and not my dong and do what the consulate says, try to find the tracking number and carrier for my debit card, which they should do since it's their fuckup. I'm suppose to be enjoying a vacation over here.
Bah the situation just bugs me, I'll be fine in the end. So tonight knowing I had to hit the post office and picked up a few post cards last night, I picked up a few more and got writing. Before I knew it though it was 7pm, the consulate closed and so I'll go tomorrow morning. The good thing is the post office and the con-slut (yea, thats not a typo) are across the street from each other.
So tonight I hunted for something healthy to eat and taste good, so I had fried rice with veggies and chicken. Three days of eating water, some crackers and oreos shrank my stomach and I couldn't finish it or my banana pancakes this morning, which isn't a bad thing. I also got to see the effects of my meds today too. One dries my mouth out, which sucks and guess what? I'm in a tropical country! haha. I'll make it, I'll be fine, just kinda aggravated at the moment. Hey, at least I got time to think about what I'm going to do! One day at a time, mail cards tomorrow, call bank, sort this crap out and get a custom zippo made. Take care.
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