Hai Bà Trưng, Hanoi – Voicing concerns that his host, Terrence
Mawson, was leading them both down a miserably familiar path regarding culinary
delights, Mawson’s intestinal tapeworm, known as Nick, was today distressed by
the lack of variety in his diet.
“It’s like this guy moved to Vietnam, for what? To stuff his fat
stupid face with more pizza and lasagne? Yeah, so out there, Italian food –
Christ!” Exclaimed a visibly outraged tapeworm, “Seriously, this place is like
street food heaven – CNN Travel wank themselves into a coma about Vietnamese street
food and this fucking asshole,” he continued, motioning towards the bloated chest
cavity of his host, “He’s afraid his fat ass is gonna crush the plastic stools?
I’m being forced to live off late night takeaways and frankly, I’m sick of it.”
Mawson’s lack of adventure regarding the local cuisine has in part
been attributed to his complete failure to adapt culturally, but Nick regards
this failure as predominantly as issue of confidence.
“Sure, when he speaks Vietnamese he basically wipes his arse
across a centuries old language, but so few foreigners can speak the language
well, it shouldn’t stop him from being able to wing it on a restaurants build
on a roadside,” the tapeworm added, “Just please make the Bolognese stop,
please.”
Having co-existed peacefully for several months since Mawson
inadvertently consumed some undercooked pork belly at a Bia Hoi with
colleagues, the tapeworm who calls himself Nick is just now witnessing the
extent of Western decline through the dietary habits of his symbiotic
relationship with Mawson.
“Seriously, if this fucking asshole takes me to one more
build-your-own-burger shithole, I’m crawling out of his ass, I’d rather die
than suffer another mayonnaise-sodden hunk of beef,” decried Nick.
Vietnam has recently seen an epidemic of foodie bloggers descend upon its shores the way that vultures hover over carrion. Even though many of these stomach-tourists have been known to clog up YouTube with their insipidly condescending
approach and frustratingly cheery attitude, Nick still sees them as more desirable residence than his current
bowel abode.
“I can take the vaguely self-serving sense of superiority,” he
explained, “Just please, let them have a little sense of adventure when it
comes to street food here – there are so many joys, so many wonders, and I’m
forced to endure the humiliation of a yet another happy meal? Fuck me dead.”
Stating that, while concerned about a moving to the intestines of
a foodie, he would gladly run the risk of living inside someone who is even
dimly aware of deworming tablets if it meant getting to nibble on that brave
new world that exists beyond Mawson’s stomach.
Intestinal tapeworm Nick ended the interview by announcing plans
to “go where no tapeworm had gone before” as he detailed his forthcoming escape
from Mawson’s anus and longstanding ambition to slither up the buttocks of an
unsuspecting, albeit more worldly, traveller.
“Just call me Butt Aldrin – one small step for worm, one giant
lunch for worm-kind,” stated Nick in eager anticipation, “I need something for my Instagram, how am I ever gonna be a foodie blogger in this guy's guts?”
More on this story as it passes through the city’s sewage system.
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