Here is a short post before heading back to my home country. Many people get the feeling that there is no place like home, and feel happy to be going. Not me!! I love my family and miss many of my friends, but I have had a sinking feeling about returning. Why could this be? Part of it I am sure is that I am not looking forward to feeling like I am being ripped off every time I make a purchase. Perhaps all of the regulations and rules may have something to do with it, or maybe it is just because the business is in a critical stage here and this is a very bad time to be leaving. Whatever the reason, I will survive… Mai is a bit different. She is excited to be going back. She truly loves the snow and the structure. She does not like dealing with the incompetence and money driven people here. I suppose I understand, but I see that as part of the adventure.
So let me tell you about my day…..
Carl has returned from a trip to Saigon and we met at a local store that makes smoothies. Damn they are good. I had a blend of
mango, passion fruit, pineapple and yogurt. Amazing!! I wish you could try it. Anyway….. Carl asked what I was doing for the afternoon….. Uh… nothing I replied. I said I was going to do a bike ride and he was also game, so where to go?? I have been many places and thought it might be nice to just head out of the city and do a hour or so ride to a café where there are hammocks a person can rest in. (The very same that I spent some time with my British friends) It took an hour or so to get near the Diamond Bay Resort where this café was located. They remembered me from the previous visit. Sadly…. All the hammocks seemed to be full, but wait!! Room was made for us so we could relax together. Swinging lazily and drinking cold water we discussed some random issues and had some laughs. It was a very relaxing time and eventually it was time to move on. On the return trip to NhaTrang, we detoured a bit to go into an area I like very much that I call the slums. It is an area of tiny streets and high population. I go there a lot because I am probably one of the few westerners they have seen and they take immense
enjoyment in trying to interact with me. By the grin on his face, Carl seemed to enjoy the area as much as I. I would not be surprised that in my absence, he sets off for that area on his own. I stopped at a local hardware store and picked up a funnel for the hotel. Carl offered to carry it on his carrier and I agreed. What I did not see as he was behind me it that the funnel was clamed in such a way that the small end looked like it was attached to his rear end. A fellow on a motorcycle pulled up beside me and said something to the effect of why he needed something stuck in his bum… I was a bit confused and fell back to see…. It looked priceless… I should have got a photo!! I yelled at the guy that it was there because he farts a lot. He laughed and carried on his way. We were now back in NhaTrang and covered with sweat. Not the kind that you build up in a gym, but a leaking wet sweat that dripped off the body that created a pool of water about you… Oh yea… did I forget to mention it was a pleasant 36 to 38 degrees? We hit our brakes to a squealing stop as we passed a Bia Hoi place on the way back. A couple of cool drinks were in order and enjoying the surprised looks, we entered and ordered beers. Refreshed, we finally made our way back to the tourist area of NhaTrang and Carl headed home. I thought my day was over and I worked up a big sweat with a hard ride home….I arrived to find
we had a dinner invitation. A quick shower and we were off to a very good seafood restaurant near by. Mai and I spent a couple of hours dining on giant shrimp, grilled squid, and a fish hot pot…. Delicious!! Stuffed and a bit tired, I returned home. No time for relaxing though, because I have a meeting with a person/friend I will be doing business with. Linh is a nice fellow and I will be introducing him more in the future I think. He has an office in a very unique part of town and I spent a couple of hours sitting and enjoying some beautiful people going to Karaoke bars. At last the day had to end and I returned to the hotel to find a friend sitting, having a beer and waiting for me. The remainder of the evening was spent sitting in front of the hotel watching life and beauty passing before our eyes. Patrick commented over and over…… “ how could life be any better than this?” He is 70 years old and I think he got it right…..
How can it be?… So this was my day…. How was yours??
Tomorrow I leave for Canada…. Sorry…. blogs will become sporadic.
Oh look!!!! It was not a short post after all…. Talk to all of you soon