Driving on we were stopped two or three times in the rubber plantations by Regional Force soldiers who wanted to be recompensed for guarding the road for us! I always kept a carton or two of cigarettes for that and usually two or three packets would suffice. Reaching the Baria Saigon road PB wanted to go to Saigon, so I had to drive there and then back to Van Kiep. I think I must have driven a good eighteen hours during those two days. I could hardly move a muscle when I got back.
Tau. I would go in to the restaurant and then enter the kitchen and point at
certain food items. Unfortunately instead of giving me the lovely dishes
served up to the locals they made a hash of it trying to serve up some
western concoction. There were perfectly good French restaurants if I had
wanted western food.