They say you don't know your mates til you live with them? I think that should be travel with them. I came back to the room to find a post-shower Colonel rubbing his deodorant stick down his pants.
"What the fuck are you doing, Mossy?"
"I get a bit sweaty down here, that's all"
"I wipe it round me arse crack, too"
Fuck me...talk about Too Much Information. Remind me not to run out of deodorant and become forgetful of that exchange.
Right, Saigon next up. What the fuck's waiting for us there? Do they do Saigon Chick Boys? I hope it's just a Bangkok Thing. Please.