I am sitting on a train after my last
adventure in Vietnam. Tomorrow I fly out to Kuala Lumpur. It's been
an adventure, for sure and I apologize for my failure to update. If
I have to work on it, then I won't write this entry, so I shall just
go with stream of consciousness.
My 17” computer can barely fit on my
lap, an extension cord is draped across the back of the seat ahead of
me. The extension cord has come in handy since I bought it in Krabi,
Thailand. Not only does it give me extended reach as outlets that
are located inconveniently in the most improbable of places it
functions as a ground adapter as I have not found a grounded outlet
yet.
My overstuffed backpack sits next to
the window, I have an aisle seat and the window seat is occupied, the
occupant graciously offered me to put the pack there.
I am a day late getting back to Hanoi.
There is a girl there waiting for me. I have never met her but know
her througb a mutual acquaintance. I have been talking with her
nearly every day for the the last two months, SMS messages, google+
messages, emails and phone calls. Most of it was just a way to kill
time for one of us or the other. Sometimes I called her and asked
her to translate things for me. I offered to buy her dinner before I
leave the country. She showed up in Hanoi yesterday and was
distraught that I wasn't there. Why? She was spending Valentines day
alone. Hmm.
Damage report. My new phone, I
bought bu a month ago has incurred some damage to the case due to the
inadequate protection, it fell off a table in my hotel room. I am on
my way back from Nimh Bin. On the way out I discovered my kindle
screen was cracked. The thing was so light that it was in a pocket
in my vest in my backpack. When these things are placed on buses,
they are not handled gently, to say the least.
My compact camera LCD is cracked.
That happened on the train ride out here, it was in a case on my
belt, the screen was out towards the spare batteries, I was in a
sleeper bed on a train, rolled on my side and that was it. That
works out to about a dollar a picture taken. It has an extended
accident warranty for five years which is only honored in the US. I
could probably find a traveler to take it back but as I am always on
the move, I have no address to have it returned, so somebody
stateside is going to get a very nice camera.
My last two days I did some light
walking, no more than eight miles a day, boated down rivers, under
and through karst formations, and generally saw the beautiful country
side outside Nimh Binh. It was very cold there. No buildings are
heated, I slept, fully dressed under two comforters. I was in Nimh
Bin for but a few days, having made my way from Sapa.
How is this working the trip
backwards working for you? The trip from Sapa to Nimh Binh was by
way of Hanoi, where I was also supposed to the girl I am going to
meet tonight, but I told her I didn't much like Hanoi and I just blew
through, arriving at four in the morning and disregarding all the
motorbike and taxi drivers who told me that there was no train to
Nimh Binh so they should take me to a hotel. I had a few cups of
coffee, went back to the station and inquired. Yes, there was the
station for Nimh Binh the next train left at 6:30. Sorry girl, I am
outta here.
Sapa was gorgeous. The day I
arrived I got to my room on the fourth floor of Sapa Paradise View
and looked at the mountains in the distance and over the top of
clouds that shrouded the valley. I just explored the town and the
surrounding area on foot constantly encountering Mungh women the
conversations went like this with little variance
“Hello, where you from?”
“Panama”
“Canada?” or some other country
“Where you live?” (What hotel am
I staying at?)
I would just shrug, what the hell
difference does it make and why should I tell them anyway?
“You want to come to my village?” (Would you like to pay to trek with me to my village?)
“You want to come to my village?” (Would you like to pay to trek with me to my village?)
“Do you want to buy ...”
(Something one of their relatives sewed at home.
The town is hotels, restaurants and
outfitter stores with really high quality knockoffs.
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