Hoi-An is a town about mid-way down the coast of Vietnam.
Day 1: Kristina and I wandered around town, checking out the market, the nearby sights and of course the inescapable shopping scene. The streets were lined with shoe shops and bag shops and tailor shops and souvenir shops. There's so much competition and of course these vendors depend on sales to tourists. So they were incredibly aggressive. You all know how much I love saying "no", and especially to small children or little old men. Ai-yo! Such mixed feelings, the complexity of human relationships on this planet... One could write a book about it--or rather a disertation.
Day 2: Kristina and I rented bikes today and rode them to the beach, which was a bit of a distance. (Dad, Chris, you guys would be proud.) This was the first overcast day of my time in Vietnam, but it was still nice to hang out on the sand. Before dinner, I picked up a pair of zip-off pants from the tailor (exciting since couldn't find any that fit in SF before departing), and a jacket too. It was fun riding through town. We had little baskets and bells--which was good 'cause there was so much foot and motorbike traffic (no worries, it was slow traffic).
We've been trying all the local dishes. And we haven't run into anything we haven't liked.
Day 1: Kristina and I wandered around town, checking out the market, the nearby sights and of course the inescapable shopping scene. The streets were lined with shoe shops and bag shops and tailor shops and souvenir shops. There's so much competition and of course these vendors depend on sales to tourists. So they were incredibly aggressive. You all know how much I love saying "no", and especially to small children or little old men. Ai-yo! Such mixed feelings, the complexity of human relationships on this planet... One could write a book about it--or rather a disertation.
Day 2: Kristina and I rented bikes today and rode them to the beach, which was a bit of a distance. (Dad, Chris, you guys would be proud.) This was the first overcast day of my time in Vietnam, but it was still nice to hang out on the sand. Before dinner, I picked up a pair of zip-off pants from the tailor (exciting since couldn't find any that fit in SF before departing), and a jacket too. It was fun riding through town. We had little baskets and bells--which was good 'cause there was so much foot and motorbike traffic (no worries, it was slow traffic).
We've been trying all the local dishes. And we haven't run into anything we haven't liked.
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You're awesome, Deme! Ni de di di (fa ke) is so proud!
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