esmaspäev, 21. mai 2018

Good Morning, Vietnam! Beach. Finally beach.









We just made us some coffee in the kitchen this morning when the owner joined us for some small talk and told that she's up since 4am, has done excercise for 2 hours and gone to the market, well, to put it short, by 9am she already has half a day behind her. Not like some good-for-nothings. Any how, we thought that she should put her energy into cleaning, because the kitchen to start with, hasn't seen any cleaning since years. Or deal with her son, who, clearly overweight, has been sleeping on the couch or watched movies from laptop non-stop all days.

Anyway, we went to the beach and sat down in a nearby restaurant after that. We had browsed through the menu several times and Helena had searched all the possible rooms to find the owner/cook/waitress and we were about to leave when the lady from the SPA across the street took matters in her hand, called the lady of the house, crossed the street and took our order.  Once the orders were placed, the owner appeared too and in no time we got our food.

Despite the simple rule in Vietnam traffic:
green light - I can go
yellow light - I can go
red light - it's definitely time to go
we still decided to rent bicycles and pedal to the town. 5,5 km later we parked the bikes and went to meet the ancient city of Hoi An. Was a pleasant meeting, I see potential for long lasting friendship. We also asked tour prices in a booking agency and the My Son temple tour was 10 dollar. Since we have plenty of time in this town, we didn't plan to book anything yet and told that we will be back some other day. The price dropped to 9 USD. We were still not convinced that we are going to book the tour right this second and wanted to come back later same day. By that time the price was 8 USD. We paid and will go see the temples on Wednesday.

We walked on the night market, had lots of great food like coconut cakes, grilled squid, fried sushi and started our way back to the hotel. Since the sun had set meanwhile and our bikes didn't have any lights or bells, the ride was anything but chill cruz singel, hair waving in the wind, some wine and baguettes in the front basket. It was more like a survival course, because nobody except us knew anything about the traffic rules. As usually.

The survival course continues in the hotel - there's Day and Night with Cruz and Diaz in the TV. I don't recall seeing something so bad in a long time.

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