Me love you forever long time.

Wrapping up our stay in Vung Tau, we are heading toward the middle of
VN to Dalat where I was born and lived for the first 7 years of my
life. My sister (thanh) still lives in the 1br house that I grew up in
with her 3 children, sleeping in the attic. The reasoning for that is,
her children age 15, 18, and 20 still prefer the warmth and company of
sleeping next to their mother. The room is too small to fit 4. More on
the home and my memories on next post.

Our last day in vung tau was a mellow but splendid one. Thanh and I
did some shopping while Jamie spent time at the resort to catch up on
some reading and Jamie Time. 2hrs of light shopping left me w/ 2 pairs
of pants and a shirt, all for $40! And that's boutique shopping! So
that you could see how much $40 is, a minimun-waged job for someone w
education is about $200 salary a month. Of course there are extremes,
and I do mean EXTREME, on both end of that spectrum. Without getting
into too much of the politics here, there are rich people here who
could out spend a lot of us in America, by far.

At night, we had dinner at a faux french bistro that targets
foreigners. The food was horrible, and I found a piece of metal from
a dish scrubber in my food; fried chicken, french fries, and a side of
salad. Ironically enough, we had a few ants w our meal at lunch from
another restaurant! It was an amazing meal though, with seafood for
about $25. We then moved onto some drinking and then snuck into the
closed pool of our resort to wade in the water. At this time, thanh
has had 3 heineken and was on her 4th. She started to get emmotional
and shared more stories of her life after the family has left. Being a
good hairdresser - a faux therapist, I listened. Timing couldn't have
worked out better, we got kicked out by the security as we were
finishing our beer. Thanh got sick and threw up the remainder of the
night. "This is the first time this is happening in my 44 years of
life. You must think I'm a horrible sister. Jamie is probably judging
me and our family" was repeated over and over again in between every
vomitting session.

The pictures are of our experience on the bus ride to Dalat right now.
Sorry for the blurriness of the first, but that is our "waiting area"
before we board our bus behind. We are travelling in luxury on a "bed
bus" where we had to remove our footwear, place in a plastic bag,
before entering. Sitting upright, Jamie is the only one having trouble
fitting. All the short/small jokes I experienced in America, now can
be turn around on him. The bus is quite comfortable beside the slight
feeling of clausophobia and the various stops to pick up passengers.
Signing out to escape this 7hr bus ride.

P.s. I feel like I'm forgetting English. My translations for Jamie has
gone down hill and an "Asian" accent is coming out as I speak. Though,
my Vietnamese is improving.