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breakfast of champions.
disclaimer: I love it. That being said, when I travel I eat and drink everything. EVERYTHING. These bananas are so sweet. The fruit here is amazing. I am in love. When the fruit ladies come round with their baskets, i just get so happy. Sang got me these to take back to hotel with me… 10,000 dong for the whole bunch, yum.
Food
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me & martin, the bike.
There are no cars in Hoi An, only motorbikes and bicycles..There are a few taxis every now and then..And everyone, EVERYONE drives like maniacs.. It’s fantastic. I love it. This is my dope ride Martin for the 2 weeks. Rented for a cool $8. You can walk or bike everywhere in Hoi An, and if you need a motorbike for longer trips you can get one easily. Today it was … Continue reading
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Mmmm good.
Some ice coffee down by the river..The hottest spot in town. So good.
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The next morning.
They were back this morning. As that little patch of land turns from one green to another, I see their fingerprint on the world growing with each day. They don’t know I am here watching them quietly before the first heat of day; watching them work, before I go do my own. On any given morning it’s usually just me and the birds keeping them company, wishing them a good … Continue reading
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A nice chat in a rice paddy.
I woke up this morning around 6:30 to find these 2 ladies in the field behind my hotel balcony sitting quietly working. I opened up the doors to hear the faintest lilt of a conversation in the air between them. It seemed like a familiar routine for them, like old friends meeting over coffee. Language differences aside, I know these people have known each other for some time. I wonder … Continue reading
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My home in Hoi An.
This is the view out my balcony window. I have been here less than 24 hours and I can see why people fall in love with this place. I already know I will be back. I don’t quite know how to describe how livable this city is. Give me a moment or two, I’ll get back to you on this.
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Can you imagine a city with 4 million motorbikes? Now I can.
yes they really are that close to the taxi and this is a quiet street at 6:30 in the morning.
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Now we are talking?
I called down to the front desk to try to get the password to the internet at the hotel and I got this. That’s right, kicking it old school in “the Ho” (my new nickname for Ho Chi Minh).
Hey if it ain’t broke, what?
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Assumption: everything looks better in the morning? Accepted.
This always always is true. Ho Chi Minh in the daylight. Off to the airport in search of lost baggage.
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Good Morning Viet—. Funny, this looks like Chicago?
Well I didn’t get far… I left on a sunny, 70 degree Philadelphia day and made it all of maybe 50 feet before we were told we would be delayed due to snow in Chicago? Seriously, snow? This is what I get for saying what a great travel day this was going to be. There will be 4 flights to take to get to Vietnam. First one, late. Which means … Continue reading
