I was buying a t-shirt in Hoi An and I wasn't sure what size to buy. The girl in the shop stepped back and looked at me and decided that I would need XXL.
The following day I comfortably managed to fit into one of the entrances of the Cu Chi tunnels, which were designed to be big enough for the Vietnamese to enter, but too small for the big-arsed American GIs.
So all I can ascertain is that I'm fatter than the Vietnamese and skinnier than Americans. No shit.
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