To answer a few questions: No, they didn't have weapons (thank goodness, or things could've turned out much, *much* worse). Yes, I was somewhat, though not incomprehensibly, drunk. No, it wasn't a friendly mugging, they did actually attack first and didn't bother with the niceties of asking for my money (which I would've frickin given to them happily, stupid punks). Yes, I busted out my (albeit drunken) ninja skillz, and yes, that's why they didn't get all my valuables. I don't really condone violence, but they struck first, and by the way my knuckles look and feel, I bet they don't feel too good today. In other news, it's really hard to do shit when your hands are messed up. Fetching stuff from my pockets hurts like a bitch.
Sorry for the somewhat less-than-eloquent message this time, but I just wanted to let you all know how much I appreciated all your emails of support - seriously, it's what got me through this day. Knowing all you guys are backing me up means so indescribably much when you're this far from home. And I wanted y'all to know I'm a little shaken, but I'm shaking it off, and pushing on to Vietnam as soon as documentarily (I don't think that's really a word) possible. (I know it's a bit cliche, but those fuckers can't hold me back.) You'll have to forgive me, as Vietnam will utterly lack any visual corroboration (see: stolen camera). But I've got a new notebook, so maybe we'll have some nice pretty reports from the front again.
I'm aiming for the jungle again in the Mekong delta when I cross over to Vietnam; peace, quiet, and some immersive, enveloping nature should be just what's needed for some recharging.
Thank you all again for all the shout-outs; it means a lot, and it just makes me miss you all so much more.
Your point man on the front lines.
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