The previous things never happened to me in Vietnam. I acquired the Vietnam experience on the internet before I left Australia. It was vastly more efficient. Then, to get them out of the way, I wrote these poems. Whew. Now I had a new problem: what if there was nothing else? You need some return for your outlay; something more than a Rolex copy. But the tickets were booked - the cockroach dust bought. I would just have to hope the conceptual booty was as good as the shopping.