Good Morning, Vietnam! Nobody knows

For today we had the daytrip booked (again!) to the My Son temples. Helena told me in the morning that she's not coming anywhere, she had bonded with our hotel room toilet and has every plan to spend the day there. And said some f-words about Miss Queen from yesterday, who served us food with questionable quality. Anyway, at 8:10 the Mercedes pulled in and I jumped on board. After he picked the van full, we were brought to a bigger bus and notified that "Bus change!" There were already appr. 15 people waiting in the bus. We went in, sat down and there we were. Until in about half an hour third van full of people were brought. The first ones had been waiting for an hour by that time. The tour guides seem to be some kind of activists here - today’s, Nguyen, told us that he speaks very good English, excellent English, better English than Americans. And to prove that told us No Money, No Honey. Anyway, he continued with this kind of simple jokes and at first most of the bus was laughing loud, later there was less laughing. Turned out, btw that My Son is pronounced as Mason, not  "My Son" like little boy in English. In general, the guide thought it would be necessary to repeat everything three times, how else would those tourists understand... After I had heard by the first temple for the 8th time, how inconsiderate that US Army was, by bombing all those beautiful and very well preserved temples, I left the group and continued checking out the ruins alone. There was not always the possibility to exclude myself somewhere else, so by the last temple I had to listen to him talking about the statue of a linga that used to be in the temple (at the moment the linga was standing next to the temple ruins) and the lady part that was placed above or on the linga and laughing at his amazing jokes.

Next on the schedule was a boat trip to the town with refreshing vegetarian meal. The meal turned out to be rice with some steamed cabbage and grean beans. We passed a cow island and stranded at the end of the night market. I had a glass of passion fruit juice and told the guy in English and Vietnamese "No Sugar" and the dude had repeated it and then a glass full of syrup arrived to the table, some of the sugar not even dissolved yet.

Walked around in the city and took the taxi to the hotel. We walked to the bridge to see the sun disappearing behind the cloud and then we had the plan to go and have a fuit plate in our usual place. I could already see myself digging into those delicious slices of watermelon. But looked like the lady had had a successful day and by 6pm the lights were out. Also in the SPA across the street there seemed to be nobody to come and take our order and cut the fruits. We walked to the next restaurant and in no time there were fruit plates in front of us. But what wasn't in front of us, was watermelon. There were mangoes, pineapples, banana and orange. One sweeter than the other. I asked about the watermelon and the waitress kindly suggested me to go to the market. I had most of the sugar boost to be packed for take away and we returned to the hotel. Slept by 7:30pm.