Well shod riding our Korean friends. That money is not for everyone. One of the many things that go on the Ho Chi Minh Highway stood out were the slippers. Regular slippers we came from, solitary and alone on the asphalt. A few times we found the first copy left, and then a few miles later having to flee for his other half. Unlike us Dutch, who anchored firmly at the feet wearing Teva sandals (oh, what an ugly things), bestijgenVietnamezen invariably their sacred cow on flip-flops. That's actually a bit stupid.
Incidentally, this is not the only flip-flops today. Whole sections of the Ho Chi Minh Highway are nicely paved, not broad, but close. In a few places is already working hard on the planned widening from 2 to 4 lanes. In those places, especially in larger cities, the asphalt removed in preparation for the planned repaving. With this weather and the nature of the substrate means two things: sandals and red faces. Not red of the sun, but just blowing all the earth.
When we end the afternoon, after a wonderful trip with a few pleasant interruptions (including a corpse Genoe sit in the hammock), in the provincial capital of Gia Nghia arrived, we were squarely within the red dust. My white shirt was a red-striped zebra jersey and become our faces had more color than on the basis of only the sun to explain. They will have thought, when we entered the hotel: from clay which are drawn?
We have ourselves thoroughly schoongeschrobt and put clothes in the week. Then I went hunting for much needed proteins. I found it on the other side. In a food I found a few nice people on my gemimede eetwens employees with a simple meal. Unfortunately, the local drunk, ever policeman (as taught me the photo in his wallet) present. He was obsessed by me and remained in the (drunken) Vietnamese talk to me. Again and again he gave me hands and later even kisses. Remarkable. The owner shot happy to help and had my meal at a different table than the drunkard (because I was already on his table being required).
Moments later also appeared on the scene Judica my salvation. Her presence brought an end to the obtrusiveness of the blue man. The owner and his wife, along with the rug rats, accompanied us. We talked (when our hands and feet may call it) and learned en-passant count in Vietnamese. The brother of the owner, who later appeared, had a remarkable interest in Denmark. He kept the country on our little point-it ticket designate. I still do not know what he was trying to say. A small slip of the otherwise infallible picture dictionary. Even so, a nice evening. We are ready for the third stage.
