"Massage? Now? You kidding me? Those two farangs? Maybe they wanna come back later? I'm eating now. That you don't value family traditsionaalne, doesn't mean, nobody would!"
"They might not come back later. Better a farang on a massage table than two farangs in their hotel. You know, eat fast, I'm gonna entertain them."
Something like this must have been going on there, we figured, after we had been sitting there, feet in lemongrass water for over 15 minutes and no masseuse in sight, while all the family was having their everyday rice. We just hoped that the girl, who came into the room after lunch and started to work on her acne wasn't one of the two masseuses. Luckily the masseuses arrived soon too and the party started. I can confirm that the feet, massaged with tiger balm catch street dirt way better than the feet that haven't been massaged with tiger balm. And actually we didn't plan to have massage at all, we just went there to drop off dirty laundry...
Since we found a cool fruit store yesterday when coming back from town, we had stocked up on mangoes and had a delicious mango with joghurt this morning.
We also had plans for the evening: we go to the beach, have a sunset swim, watch the sunset and then go to that one restaurant we saw the other day to eat some scallops. Well, I eat the scallops and Helena something else. But someone must have laughed out loud while we were planning. Our, in the morning empty beach had turned into a meeting point for all the tourists, locals and all of their relatives in Hoi An. DJ played the newest songs from techno scene, sand was covered with table, chairs and peeing little Vietnamese boys and the party was in full swing. Obviously no swimming in the sea, painted in gold by the setting sun. Sea was just as full of people as Mekong is full of pangasius and the sun didn't set behind the horisont, but the first cloud possible. We gathered our stuff, took it to the room and made our way to the restaurant.
We happened to be served by the Queen herself (who was wearing little black dress, with QUEEN on the front and a crown on the back), who found the task clearly below her dignity. We ordered and already 5 minutes later the Mrs Queen sneaked in from behind, poked my arm and told that "No scallops today" (what a surprise! Since I hadn't noticed any in the lot of bowls earlier, I already had a Plan B too) and recommended oysters. I asked for shrimp curry. Helena had long finished her spring rolls (in all hoonest, she probably speeded the eating process up a bit to not loose her foor to the rat looking from under the table very hungry) and the dishes had been taken away when my soup, also known as curry in this country arrived. Finished eating and we walked to a French resturant we noticed earlier. We could already see ourselves sitting there in the morning, eating the croissants that melt in the mouth when the French owner just crushed all those dreams, telling us that it's a dinner restaurant, opened only form 6pm to 10pm. Excuse me???
For tomorrow we have the daytrip to My Son temples booked. I hope, the Vietnamese have figured out their calendars and we have a car ready at 8am tomorrow. Because today we woke up at 8am when our hotel owner was banging on the door to ask, if we had booked a daytrip for today. The car was ready...
"They might not come back later. Better a farang on a massage table than two farangs in their hotel. You know, eat fast, I'm gonna entertain them."
Something like this must have been going on there, we figured, after we had been sitting there, feet in lemongrass water for over 15 minutes and no masseuse in sight, while all the family was having their everyday rice. We just hoped that the girl, who came into the room after lunch and started to work on her acne wasn't one of the two masseuses. Luckily the masseuses arrived soon too and the party started. I can confirm that the feet, massaged with tiger balm catch street dirt way better than the feet that haven't been massaged with tiger balm. And actually we didn't plan to have massage at all, we just went there to drop off dirty laundry...
Since we found a cool fruit store yesterday when coming back from town, we had stocked up on mangoes and had a delicious mango with joghurt this morning.
We also had plans for the evening: we go to the beach, have a sunset swim, watch the sunset and then go to that one restaurant we saw the other day to eat some scallops. Well, I eat the scallops and Helena something else. But someone must have laughed out loud while we were planning. Our, in the morning empty beach had turned into a meeting point for all the tourists, locals and all of their relatives in Hoi An. DJ played the newest songs from techno scene, sand was covered with table, chairs and peeing little Vietnamese boys and the party was in full swing. Obviously no swimming in the sea, painted in gold by the setting sun. Sea was just as full of people as Mekong is full of pangasius and the sun didn't set behind the horisont, but the first cloud possible. We gathered our stuff, took it to the room and made our way to the restaurant.
We happened to be served by the Queen herself (who was wearing little black dress, with QUEEN on the front and a crown on the back), who found the task clearly below her dignity. We ordered and already 5 minutes later the Mrs Queen sneaked in from behind, poked my arm and told that "No scallops today" (what a surprise! Since I hadn't noticed any in the lot of bowls earlier, I already had a Plan B too) and recommended oysters. I asked for shrimp curry. Helena had long finished her spring rolls (in all hoonest, she probably speeded the eating process up a bit to not loose her foor to the rat looking from under the table very hungry) and the dishes had been taken away when my soup, also known as curry in this country arrived. Finished eating and we walked to a French resturant we noticed earlier. We could already see ourselves sitting there in the morning, eating the croissants that melt in the mouth when the French owner just crushed all those dreams, telling us that it's a dinner restaurant, opened only form 6pm to 10pm. Excuse me???
For tomorrow we have the daytrip to My Son temples booked. I hope, the Vietnamese have figured out their calendars and we have a car ready at 8am tomorrow. Because today we woke up at 8am when our hotel owner was banging on the door to ask, if we had booked a daytrip for today. The car was ready...
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