Grandma HATES all her care-takers, EXCEPT the one from Germany. A brilliant move by the Nurse Next Door manager ! And I don't have to start the day with the heavy luggage of a spiteful phone call.
It's cold in Vinh Hoa. 19 Celsius. I even postpone my morning beach walk in the hope that the sun will make it through the clouds and warm me. Sure, I'm complaining on a high level: It's raining at 5 Celsius in Vancouver ;-)
No reason to fear though: the beach walk is fabulous as usual.
There are only a few places and times on this planet when heart, mind, and the universe manage to seem to come together for a brief moment, and on this beach it happens almost every single time.
A quick scoot to Song Cau and I am able to deliver my second down-payment for Chez Chris.
Quang (the 'person who does not drink alcohol' according to 'well-informed sources') opens a bottle of wine to celebrate. Ung Ruou !!!
|Advice to Caucasians: NEVER let yourself be photographed next to a Viet person, because you will look like an ELEPHANT in a China shop ;-)|
There is some Google Translate confusion. I won't repeat the Google text here (Google spoke too racy, LOL), but whatever he was trying to say, the most important thing is not to hurt his feelings because he such a DARLING of a human being. Elke & I end up visiting his house and encounter hospitality and genuine friendliness on a level is hard to find in the Western world these days. I am invited to receive 'free bed and drink' whenever I am here.
How can I leave here?
Another trip to Song Cau to fill up the war chest and eat at A-Stop. On the way out of the village, another scooter rider stops dead in the middle of the road in front of me and then keeps eyeing a roadside palm tree suspiciously. Why? A giant coconut just landed right in front of his bike and he is NOT wearing a helmet, LOL.
I can't drive faster than 40 km/h because I'm afraid it'll blow me or my helmet off the road. Wind gusts up to 50 km/h will increase to 65 km/h tomorrow.The ocean shows it too ... the first day I haven't gone swimming .....
Dinner time rolls around. As usual the dishes are different for the locals and the neo-colonials. But when Quang announces that he is eating HUND and invites me to try it, I just can't help myself and I have to accept the invitation.
|YES, I admit it: I ATE SQUEASEL !!!!|
I LOVE it. So much more tender than beef and almost as juicy as lamb just off the grill.
Cam On Nhieu, Quang !