And here.... we.... go.

So, it has been a few weeks now, and unless you have been living under a rock (and to be honest you probably have been, I know what you people are like) you'd know that I recently put on my anti deep vein thrombosis socks, boarded a plane with two different Joshua's and took my first ever trip overseas on what was meant to be an action packed boys motorcycle adventure in Vietnam.

And let me assure you right now. It was certainly an action packed adventure, it was everything and unfortunately more than I had expected.

Now, details on this trip have been rather hazy since our return, and a lot of questions have gone unanswered - and before you all assume the worst of us - and lets face it, you are all quietly judging us already - let me give you the three most influential reasons for our hazy recollections of our holiday.

1. A beer in Vietnam costs around 60 cents.
2. A standard "Beer" in Vietnam is actually a 750ml long-neck.
3. Previously mentioned beer is available in every restaurant / cafe / corner store in Vietnam from Ho Chi Minh to Hanoi.

So, after finally managing to sit down and work out where we had been, and living through our own version of "The Hangover", I can finally describe, narrate and collate the official version of what has come to be known "The 14 days of drunk" tour.

Over the next few weeks an accurate day-by-day account will be given, beginning with our arrival in Bangkok, and culminating with our arrival back on Australian soil. Some stories will make you laugh, some stories will make you cry, and some stories will probably lead you to call the authorities. I understand (more than most) the perils that come from sharing hilarious and embarrassing stories from a holiday, trust me on this. But truth needs a voice, and sometimes, when that voice is unforeseeably unavailable, I step in with my version of events.

This is the story of the holiday of the year. This is the story of Hinton, Spenny and Will. This is the 14 days of drunk tour.