Things I have forgotten to write about…
A couple of weekends ago we were very cultured and went to visit the army museum which goes through all Vietnamese history. It was really interesting and we had our own personal tour guide, a lovely Vietnamese guy who is one of Craig’s students. His English was really good. We ended up in KFC afterwards [very cultured! – Ed] to get out of the torrential rain. It was so heavy that all the drains overflowed and at some points you had to wade knee deep in water and other things that I really do not want to think about. It was so incredible though! Craig almost lost his flip flop in a stream of fast moving water and it was very funny watching him chase after it. We ended up walking bare foot! I didn’t imagine that would ever happen.
We are meeting up with our ‘tour guide’ again this Saturday to go to the Ho Chi Minh mausoleum. He is not there at the moment – his body gets taken to be re-embalmed every September to December but it will be interesting to see where he lived! It was Women’s Day in Vietnam on Tuesday. All women get flowers and presents from the men. All our teachers at the school got heaps of flowers. Craig got me and Emily roses, which was really nice. The Vietnamese guy (I really should find out his name) was asking what our favourite flowers were as well, and apparently we are to expect bouquets on Saturday [hmmm? – Ed]. I love Vietnam!
One of the gappers remarked – why is there only women’s day and not men’s day – suggesting sexism against men, but someone else corrected him saying every day in Vietnam is men’s day. Which looking around is probably quite accurate. The women seem to do everything – most men sit around on their motorbikes topless smoking and drinking.
We met two travellers called Pete and Anna last weekend. They are lovely and have really interesting stories – they have travelled everywhere, they did the trans Siberian railway route. Pete is from Australia and Anna is from England. They fell in love in Australia and have been travelling to and fro and everywhere ever since. They are a really sweet couple and nice to talk to someone who has experienced the long distance relationship thing. We have taken them to all the local spots as well as street BBQ’s and egg-milk coffee. It’s been fun showing people around. We have also befriended a guy called Lennard, he’s from Germany and has been apart from his girlfriend for a whole year and a half while she studies in America. I had a good chat with him about that and about Christianity – I must keep praying for him.
Last Sunday; Georgie, Honor, Seth and Craig came to church, which was so great! It was a good sermon to hear as well; ‘what are your priorities in life?’ and ‘what should be most important?’ – glorifying God. Keep praying – hopefully they will come again this week. I was also very excited because I recognised one of the hymns for the first time! I met a lovely 15 year old girl who is part of the church and has lived in Vietnam since she was 5.
More to come soon!
The time was approximately 09:05 this morning, I was in the kitchen jovially pouring myself a cool glass of Dr. Pepper. The next thing I hear is a shout from Indigo; “NO LOGAN! NOOOO!” immediately after which I hear the indescribable noise of around 300, 000 Rice Krispies falling to the floor (and onto the sofa and in the toybox and in their hair and in-between the cracks in the floorboards)
I walk into the room by now, I’m fuming(ish).
“LOGAN!YOU’RENOTMEANTTOPOURTHERICEKRISPIESONYOUROWN!ASKAGROWN UP!ARRRGH!LOOOOGAN!” or something to that effect.
I stand there glaring angrily at the boy, now out of breath from my outburst.
Then Logan simply replies, in his quietest/cutest voice…
I then begin to start the monumental clear-up. A good ten minutes later, after I have done a fairly good job of clearing all the snaps, crackles and pops into one tidy pile, Logan starts trying to eat the cereal that’s in the dust pan.
This kick starts the third week of my new job; I’m being employed to look after my future niece and nephew (children of Sibyl’s sister Katy). I love it; they do keep me on my toes.
This actually looks like it’s gonna be a pretty good film.
We have had some very fun nights out in Hanoi and have found some local places to chill in the evenings as well as play Jenga – they seem to have it everywhere here. The Police are very strict about drinking after 12 in Vietnam. Most places close down or shut their doors before then so we have not had many late nights. There is a lot of corruption among the police and military – bribery and other things that I am sure we do not even know go on. It’s when you see things like that you realise you are in a very controlled socialist country.
We went to see the band Regurgitator [attractive name] a few days ago which was so awesome but really random that they came to Vietnam! They are an Aussie band and they are actually really good (not implying that Aussie music isn’t) It was just a strange experience to have in Vietnam because it was like being at a festival at home. It was basically a mini festival from 5 until 10 at night. It was outside, they had festival food and there was (of course) loads of Australians there. We could have been in Australia or even England (apart from the heat.) The music was great and their was lots of ‘moshing’. I crowd surfed too! A few of us did. It was very cool and I landed on my feet.
Seth, the other volunteer teacher at our school, has left because he became frustrated with the situation (they mess us about quite a bit.) Glen and Craig are going to take his place at the school, and be paid as much as me and em earn in a month in two nights work! (But never mind.) At least we have some extra help at the school and will be cool teaching with people we know. We met up with Seth today to talk about it, he’s a really nice guy and is going to cook us mac and cheese to apologise for leaving us behind. Hopefully the school will realise that they should treat us better now.
I found this on Ebaum’s World.
I am totally unsurprised. So many voters are swayed by looks. That famous story about the Kennedy and Nixon debate; polls taken after it
showed that most people who listened to it on the radio
felt that Nixon had won, while most who watched it on
television declared Kennedy the victor.
Obama most definitely gets my vote on looks.