WHEN LIFE IS COTTON CANDY COLORED

We sing too loud from the public showers, too loud and completely out of tone.
We run around in our underwear, make childish sexual jokes and throw chips at each other.
We are ten and have our own treetop house, we are fourteen and sleeping in bunkbeds in the summercamp. We are Swedish camp, devided two and two in the daytime, we make time fly like kites in the sky.

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Nha Trang is filled with russians.

Russians, late nights on the beach and laughters, but then and again the lurking feeling that the time here is too short, too fragile.
When mum calls she says I sound happy.
I tell her I never want to leave.
She is my mother so she knows better, but she lets me be in my traveling flavored delusion of the world as long as I want.
She also knows by now that I hardly change my mind for anyone other then myself anyway.

Then we wander the streets, eat things along the way. We spend hours in cafees. Vietnamese coffee can't be overhyped. I will have to hype it and hype it and hype it some more in a lot of future post and still not be anywhere near describing my true feelings for it.

This place had an absolutely magic passion fruit smoothie.

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We meet new people. We try to freak out the old ones we already know. Claudia climbs into my bed without shirt and tries to do the shimmy against my back. We tease Tim for being too shirtless and Toby for being too ginger. And when Connor and Cody go to Da Lat, we miss them a lot.

It has been a couple of days dyed in rosecoloured mist.  I've been someone else. I've been surrounded by languages and laughter and that feeling you get when you know you're in the middle of something fantastic, and you don't want it to end, but it will and you know that, but you also know it isn't over just... yet.

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Today, me and Tob's took to the shadows to be in our own world in a café. I brought my computer and he brought his headphones but then, we realised we are talkative people the both us and not a word was written on the keyboard two hours later.

(Also, we both really like to drink)

And yesterday, me and Tim watched Lilo and Stitch in his oversized bed and he didn't even tease me once for being such a grown ass woman and still cry to Disneymovies.

Also, we make BAD ASS models

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It seems like Fika has turned in to a life style here for us.
Connor and I sat on this café we've grown very fond of for hours. The waitress, the cutest vietnamese 18-year old you'd ever seen, smiled at us and nodded when we signed "two". Then we sat down for hours, not talking much at all, a contrast to the afternoon with Toby. It is also nice, undemanding socialisation.

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We've become regulars at this Hungarian place called Zoltan's Little Hungary. Claudia screamed and started jump up and down the first time she saw it, because langos is a rare species in Gothenburg. Since then we've come back every day and Zoltan learned that this tiny Asian girl needs at least 3 a day, so he makes a lot of dough now.

Since I by some reason don't have any pictures of neither Zoltan nor his little Hungary, 

I'll throw in this pic above for the sole reason we look very happy in it. 

I had to post it even though there is really no more story to it.

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And in the nights, we drink. In rooftops, in bars, in the room, on the street. Vodka is so cheap and the company is so easy-going and life is just so darn good so we drink, we drink until the nights go blurry and the mornings after falls in to noons and then we fall asleep on the beach.

  

Yes.

Life is finally easy.

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Pictures in this post that is kind of blurry and squared are most certainly mine, nice pictures and especially the ones involving me are done by @Claudianguyenthe