There’s a steady, fine rain falling. Wang at reception says it might end by this afternoon but I think I’ll look for a light jacket regardless; I am heading north where it is cooler, and I’ll definitely need something warm for Sapa.
Hoi An has grown on me…a lot! I met a woman from New York a few days ago, and we’ve been hanging out together, experiencing the sights, sounds and smells of this charming little town. Hoi An was once an important trading port but that changed when ships got larger and the port could no longer accommodate them. That trading history explains the astounding number of merchants here, selling everything imaginable. It is well-known for the myriad tailors who can whip up whatever your heart desires in about 24-hours. Like something but they don’t have the colour or size you want? No worries, the shop keeper will take your order and deliver it to your hotel in a couple of hours. A dangerous place for someone like me….
In a perverse twist, however, I have downsized my wardrobe! Packed up the stuff I never should have brought and sent it home by sea yesterday I should have it by May, which is about when I’ll be ready to look at it again Have I finally learned the packing lesson?
My friend Christine invited me along on a tour yesterday of My Son, an ancient Champa temple site about 40 kms outside of town. This place was bombed heavily during the war as is evident by the crumbling structures and huge indents in the earth which have been converted into “ponds”. We were accompanied by the funniest (and shortest) tour guide in Vietnam, Lan, and her apprentice, Nhan. Lan not only works as a guide; she is a singer, a poet, an actor and a strong advocate for her country’s sovereignty. She combined all of these into an unforgettable morning which culminated in a stand-up performance in a hole-in-the-wall banh my shop where we had lunch. I’m still chuckling.
I was once again completely present no pics on phone…sorry…