Our Pedicycle Man
We hired this guy our first evening to take us back to our hotel. When he dropped us off, we arranged for him to come back the next day to take us around. Unknowingly, we (and he) were violating the pedicyclers code. Apparently, we should have been giving our business to the two pedicycle guys who spent most of their time sitting in front of our hotel. This important slight made me a mortal enemy with one of the jilted pedicyclists. First, he swore at me every time I left the hotel. I managed to teach him a few English words during these exchanges. However, things turned ugly at the end of our trip, I was crossing the street when he slammed into me. Thankfully, he wasn't moving fast. I would have kicked his ass if I wasn't concerned about getting thrown in a Vietnamese jail. Let this be a lesson to you all...
I like street food and bun cha may be the finest (though the ground chilies and eggplant in northern Thailand is a competitor). It is grilled pork served with noodles and fresh uncooked greens. For those worried about getting sick, it is something to fear. For those that like succulent pork eaten with hot sauce, crispy greens and warm noodles, it is heaven. You sit on stools that a 5-year old American would dwarf and eat your cooked-to-order bun cha with your knees sticking out. A highlight of the trip...
If visual evidence was needed that you should not come back in another life as a domestic (or wild for that matter) animal in Asia. [Not that hogs in Iowa have it good either]
Fun and scary especially while holding a camera out in front of you while rolling along the road
In the middle of the river is a small island where a small village grows corn
