  According to my reliable timepiece, yesterday was friday 13th. Oh what a day to choose to fly. Sat in the departure lounge at Da Nang Josh declares "I hope it isn't a twin prop. " Guess what....you bet your bottom dollar it was a twin prop. Flying never felt like that before, you actually get the sensation of falling when you begin the descent. A family of crazy Swedes (oh they're all crazy) that seem to be following us around Vietnam were sat waiting for a different flight.
Turns out they had boarded, and were told to get off because the engines didn't work. I hope they are all still alive. Anyways, with that under our belts I figure we survived the unlucky-for-some day without incident. My (and it would seem also Josh's) bowel had better ideas. Unaware of what guilty piece of food was responsible for the cramp and nausea of the previous day, and needing a break from the usual bowl of noodles we went for a tex-mex alternative.
As you can probably imagine I awoke early this morning with what can only be described as the "icy jaws of death" and ran to the toilet to purge my body of a massive quantity of foul smelling gas, followed by a looser than I would have liked poo. The saga continues....... 
