I was determined to see my very earnest buddy Kirill, the frequently flustered quality-control specialist for a Ukrainian dried fish importer.
Kirill had moved to Vung Tau to escape everything about Ho Chi Minh City and he insisted it was paradise.
The beach town was accessible by a three-hour drive, a two-hour bus ride or a 90-minute ride aboard a rusty fleet of Russian-made hydrofoils.
I opted for the hydrofoil.
After being shaken down by a pregnant ticket-seller and shriveled boat captain, I climbed aboard with my bicycle and was escorted to the nose of the ship, where stacks of paper barf bags and rotting piles of life jackets cluttered the cabin.
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