August 7th, 2005
.“But why are you laughing?” the doctors asked. “Because I can’t cry” I tried saying, not being able to move my mouth.
Oh my, what have I done? How am I going to get through this? Laying back, a big napkin on my face, needles going in and out of my chin I was panicking. HOW IN THE WORLD?! Too many details to think of. I just found it funny that my first and most intense thought was how ugly I’m going to be after they finish up with me. Only after I was done with my western MTV line of thought was I ready to think about small details like clean-needles and anti-infection measures. This is Vietnam, and there are …
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August 6th, 2005
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Yeah, it’s raining again, so I’m on the internet once more. Lot’s of internet usage in Dalat, since the cold and rain gets me stuck in the hotel more that I would like to. Lot’s of coffee, tea and hot lemon juice too - for all those times I get stuck at the Ca-Phe places.
Hmm… so today I got this quote by email from someone I travelled with who’s in Thailand. Usually, I auto delete this stuff but this one seemed interesting regarding the whole Cao Dai experience I had and wrote about - and from a powerful source, no less (I bet I could find similar teaching in the Bible and New teastement, but not as straight forward) .
“Do …
August 5th, 2005
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Not Vietnam, it couldn’t be. Freezing cold, teeth knocking against each other, jeans and shoes getting wet – it was a reminder of what a real winter is like. I liked it.
Me and Australian Selene, who I met in Hoi An through Ly’s restaurant and has a teaching position in Cambodia, went to visit the Vietnamese honey-moon favorite named The Valley of Love. I had a bike that my neat hotel gave me, Selene rented one and we biked the 5km up the mountain together. A magnificent Swiss-French valley with a cool calm lake surrounded by endless green. I was in Europe, not Vietnam.
Not Vietnam, it couldn’t be. Art everywhere, art on the wall, on the table, outside in the …
August 3rd, 2005
The French did something wonderful in Vietnam - Dalat. This is, by far, the most beautiful city I’ve seen so far in Vietnam. Nice French colonial buildings, a big 4km lake in the middle, flower gardens, waterfalls, lots of gorgeous Ca Phe and tea hangouts, nice calm smiley people, coolest clearest air…
I might stay here for a while.
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I’ll be staying at the following for at least the next week:
Thien An Hotel - Room 103
Telephone number at the hotel - (063)520607 or (063)520608 Categories :b-vietnam b-dalat
August 2nd, 2005
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I’ve just arrived at Dalat and I’m staying tonight at the very nice Dreams hotel. My arrival here wasn’t the most pleasant one… and I’m still a bit upset.
As I was recovering from figuring out from an Australian-Vietnamese that I was extremely overpriced for the bus ticket to get here, which is a daily thing, I was asked which hotel I want to go to. I quickly browsed through the Lonely Planet and just said the first one on the map from the north - Dreams Hotel and was confirmed that they will indeed take me there, as promised in Saigon. When the bus arrived, they said I should wait on the bus as they call and reserve the hotel …
August 1st, 2005
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“A once in a lifetime experience…”, is it not? 1$ or 18000 dong for one opportunity to shoot your favorite gun. You can choose from a variety of Vietnam war weapons, that you’re not likely to see or shoot any other time - a M16, a Mag… And they all lined up for the shot, excited to have their go at the target. Needless to say, none of them were able to hit the American-Guy target at 25m. This is the second time I’ve toured the Vietnam War scenes with the rest of the tourists and every time I felt quite uneasy for a wide variety of reasons.
“Isn’t that the coolest thing?”, “God, these Vietnamese were so smart and simple”, …
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