i am finding much use for the white LED torch from Tiger beer that the barmaid Tien in Sai Gon got for me - so many scary dark alleyways and paths that I find myself wandering around in.

Yesterday I discovered that the short path from vagator to little vagator (connecting two clusters of bars) was disrupted by the collapse of a wee little footbridge; in the day time, it was easy enough to clamber across the ruins, but after two pints and nightfall I found I needed to return to my hotel and not wanting to take the several-kilometre long road route that I'd taken the day before found myself climbing the ruins of the footbridge again, slightly drunk, in my $1 flip flops from Beijing, trying to see where I was going with my little torch.