A hungover DMZ tour in Vietnam.

For the record. This is what a hangover looks like.

Perhaps boarding a bus for an all day tour is not the smartest idea when you were out until 4am drinking and had to wake up at 5:30 after approximately zero hours of sleep (for another record: if you tell a 21 year old he can sleep in your bed but that you really just want to sleep he will not listen and you will spend the next hour and a half kicking him away) was a bad idea.

But we all wanted to go on the DMZ tour, so off we went.

 

And at the end of the day Matilda and I said goodbye to Augustine and the boys as they set off for their bus and we set off for our hostel, with hopes of seeing them again in Hanoi…