Bangkok, or What am I going to do with all this dong?
Yes, ladies and gentlemen, I am in the Bangkok airport. At an internet terminal. Because I'm on my way to Bangalore and have a 6-hour layover. And I'm bored.
Oh, and the @#$%ing money changer wouldn't change my Vietnamese dong into anything. Not even a paper crane. She looked pretty content with herself, too--here's a transcript:
ME: ...so you can't change my dong?
HER (grinning as if she was about to tell me it was raining ice cream): Nope!
ME: What am I going to do with all this dong?
The moral of the story: Use your dong in Vietnam.
The offer: if anyone has any use for my 200,000 dong (~$12 US), let me know. I can arrange the transfer of the goods (dong).