Joe went in the water and said it was hot. He also said there were visible fish. I'm not sure if this was a selling point or a deterrent. I skipped it. Warm sea water is nice but not for a super hot day. It's like when people keep their pools too warm. Pools are supposed to be cold. Cool at least. You want hot water get a hot tub.
An eerie calm settled over the table as we waited for the broth to boil. The restaurant cleared out. I shifted in my seat, suddenly unable to get comfortable. Two geckos chased each other on the wall. I poked the larb. Finally the broth was bubbling and the battle was joined.
It occurred to me yesterday that without this bizarre schedule, the blog might not be happening so embrace it! Revel in these free hours before the day gets going. However, if you came here to read about what happens in Vietnam after 10pm, you're going to be disappointed because I do not know.
"Oh yeah sure you just stay on this road here, go straight through the roundabout, keep the river on your right. Eventually you'll see a super tall pagoda off to your left, that's where you hit the 1A. Go the wrong way up the exit ramp, I'm sure I don't have to tell you that's a perfectly acceptable thing to do here, take a right and stay on that road all the way to Hanoi. Can't miss it."
"That's enough." I said. He seemed to accept this. And we got back on our way. We rode for another 15 minutes until we got to a road with a ton of scooters on it. He waved us on and left. Nice guy, really. He shook us down for about 15 bucks but I gladly would have paid twice that for good directions and to not be killed.
it started pouring rain. Hard rain. Heavy rain. The lady offered to lend us one poncho. I'm not sure but I think she was suggesting that we sit on each other's shoulders and wear the long poncho like two kids trying to pass themselves off as an adult.
This trip did not start slowly. I walked off the jetway in Hong Kong with 45 minutes to make my connection and an unblemished naïveté about what it was going to take to do that. Fortunately, the good men and women of the HKIA are used to receiving international jackasses.
Where Did Joe and Devo Go? 