laupäev, 26. mai 2018

Good Morning, Vietnam! Experts have spoken






Racist has spoken (see Helena's comment in yesterday's post), the customer service critic will have a word now (Gaili, the expert). Even the most critical tourist (to be precise tho, it's constructive critics!) can understand that each country has it's own rules and habits. And if Vietnamese sales persons would have sales in their blood, that's how it should be taken. However, I've yet to see that they treat locals like long lost relatives. Tourists don't even have to slow down when they already get called to taste some gourmet or buy some souvenirs. And should you actually stop to check a menu, you can be sure that there will be one waitress turning the pages for you and reading the menu out loud for you and another one behind you ready to tackle you down the second you try to run. If you ask for a price of something, they first want to know, how many items you want to buy. Well, how many skirts can one tourist buy? If you go to grocery store and want to know the price of a water, they don't tell you the price, but jump up, go to the fridge, bring it to you and tell the price then. Instead of just telling the price. Despite having a whole crew of a restaurant just for you while you study the menu, turning the pages for you, reading it to you and promising you heaven on eat, everything changes the second you have a seat. Nobody cares. Today we waited an hour for our french fries.

I do have to add something to a recent, somewhat critical post. We happened to chat with the lady of the house today and it turned out, she's not the owner, but managing director also known as jack of all trades here. She's responsible for all the check-in-check-out (besides us, there is only one room occupied at the moment), cleaning (she's bringing us fresh towels and brings out the trash daily) and well, EVERYTHING! Anyway, she lives onsite and is slaving her bodypart off for 7 days a week. Doing all the things I just mentioned. Her son, the one, lying on the couch all day, is Henry. 12 years old, going to 6th grade and is the second best in his class. Wakes up 5:30 every morning and goes to school that is in the town (I do hope, not walking). I hope, I've brought justice to the topic and it's clear that there are hardworking people here, not some lazy bodyparts.

Today, btw, we started with going to the beach. We went especially early, but turned out there were more sleepless people trying to beat the crowds. The sky was cloudy and looked like rain coming in. Half an hour later the sun was shining bright and kept shining until it was time to set. We decided to skip lunch and go to town. Helena had ordered one more bag and that one needed to be picked up. We ate some rolled ice cream on the night market and took the taxi back to the hotel.

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