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Thursday, July 15, 2010

Gai Lam Pagoda




...was under construction when we went. I have no photos of the oldest pagoda in the city, only the grounds, where we spent about 30 minutes. I did, however, manage to get pictures of a cemetery, which, for some reason, I absolutely have been dying to get (excuse the pun, it wasn't intentional). I'm just too lazy to find another idiom.
Anyway, here are some pictures of the grounds, at least!

Binh Quoi Tourist Village TWO

(not one, not three, not four...)

Binh Quoi Tourist Village 2
OK, who would have thought that a mistake by a taxi driver would turn out to be a good thing.
It started with being stir crazy the moment I got up this morning. I can’t for the life of me tell you why I was stir crazy, because we went to Karaoke on Sunday night and saw Annette downtown (which is like a whole other city) on Monday, but here it was Wednesday morning and I needed to get out of Dodge. I was up at 5:00, walked down the street to buy breakfast from the lady who makes those rice-batter steamed “spring-rolls”, had two cups of coffee and packed our stuff for the pool before we even left the hotel for work. For the record, two breakfasts to go from the lady costs 24,000 vnd, which equals about $1.30. Can’t beat that now, can we?
The minute we were done teaching, we came back to the hotel, dropped off the laptop, changed, and I grabbed an old pool ticket. I thought about digging through the envelope to find the actual business card with the map on the back, but figured the pool ticket had the address on it, so it should work.
Should is the operative word, here. The ticket said “Saigon Tourist” on it and had the “Binh Quoi” logo on it, but it clearly said Van Thanh. The taxi driver first pulled into Binh Quoi 1, which Anthony and I recognized (funny, isn’t that) at the same time as the ‘wedding picture place one.’ We both went, “No.” At first, the taxi driver insisted he was right, but I made him ask a person who worked there, and that person pointed down the street—to #2. Well, we didn’t want Binh Quoi #2 either, we wanted Van Thanh, but it turned out that this place had a pool, and it was basically empty. It wasn’t as big as VanThanh, but it was quiet and it was nice the food turned out to be exactly the same, with an even more interesting view of the Saigon river with boats and barges driving past all the time. A handful of people did come and go, but for the most part it was very peaceful and nice. Not that the other pool is at all crowded on a weekday. This was just even less so.
It also had little hotel ‘houses’ on poles on the water!! They were so cute, and they were so cheap! A small room with a queen bed was 290,000 vnd (about $15.50) and a bigger room with a king size bed was only 360,000 vnd—and that included pool use, which costs 30,000 (2.50). If you do decide to stay here, though, bring your own food. The restaurant is excellent, and we eat there every time we come, but it’s really expensive, particularly for 3 meals a day!
It turned out to be a good mistake, which was a good thing, because one boy bit another boy in my classroom this morning, and it wasn’t shaping up to be a good day. There were 34 kids crammed into the classroom, and I was listening to students on the other side of the room. When I turned around, two boys were in a minor slapping war, and when I told them to stop, one showed me his shoulder with bite marks and pointed to the other one. Well, what was I supposed to do then? I took them both by the wrist and took them over to the office, rolled up the sleeve of the bitten one, and just said, “here.” I figured the kids could explain it.  They came in later and apologized, which was sweet, because I was never angry. Boy, when I threatened another two with the office a little later, though, they knew I wasn’t messing around!!!! I’m sure word will get around. Maybe next week will be smooth sailing???
TTFN—ta ta for now!!

Getting Acclimated

SCORE! July 13, 2010 Tuesday
Today was a walking score. On the taxi ride out to karaoke Sunday night, we passed a Star Mart down the street from the night market. It was way down the street, but at least it was easy to find thanks to a landmark we are so familiar with now. Today, we set off to walk to that Star Mart. Instead, just 2 blocks down from the night market, there was a ‘book store.’ I said, “Hey! Let’s go in and check it out!” What the hell; we had all afternoon.
We started to walk past the military security at the front door, and he told us to check my bag. I just know this because I’ve done it so many times in so many stores; he didn’t actually speak English, and I didn’t understand his Vietnamese; it was purely context. OK, so I check my bag. I asked for the plastic bag to be wrapped around my bag so I could carry it around, but they didn’t go for that, so I took my ticket and hoped for the best. It didn’t really matter: My wallet and Anthony’s wallet came out and with us through the store, so the only things left were my translation book and a few odds and ends.
Within minutes, we were SO happy we stopped!! They didn’t sell any dairy or fruit/vegetables, but they sold everything else we needed, and we get most of our fruit and vegetables from the street markets now anyway. It turned out that we didn’t even need to trek to the StarMart. We may make the attempt anyway some day, just to continue exploration, but it was nice to know that this is so within walking distance for us, and it saved us about $120,000 in round trip taxi rides that we were spending on ‘Big C.’ Oh, yeah, and they sold books, too, but no novels in English, so that part was a wash for us. Not that we actually planned to buy any, anyway. We each bought a novel last weekend and read them in one day—not a strategic use of funds. Instead, I found a site where I can download 5 novels for free every month. Many are ‘home grown’ written by non-famous people who just uploaded their novel, and many are classics, but they’re fun to read and keep us occupied in our down time.
Oh, the hotel people are SO NICE. She just came in with new pillows. Someone must have told her that I thought the pillows were hard or something, I don’t know. I bought my own the second day we were here, so I can’t believe she even worried about it, but in she came. I gave her (well, actually I gave ‘him,’ but I told him to share) several bananas that I bought from the street vendor this morning before work.
That’s another story. I was in the room, dressed and doing something, when I heard the ‘bai-da!’ monotone guy outside. I grabbed my wallet and went running down the stairs—he’s the banana guy!! When I got outside, he was nowhere to be found, but I was sure I had heard him. I looked at some woman standing there in the street and said, “Bai-da?” in his same monotone. This doesn’t mean banana; I don’t know what the hell it means, though. Anyway, she was like, “Taxi?” I said, “No. Bananas!” as I kept looking around and spotted the guy with his bicycle cart coming out from the back side street a block down from our hotel. I went running and stopped him. I know I would have mortified Anthony had he been outside, but the banana guy was just glad to see me. Anyway, it was a little victory, because I recognized what I was hearing when it was still far enough away to get down 2 flights of stairs and catch him! Up until now, if I’m not on the street when he goes by, forget it, I get no bananas. And let me tell you, bananas are a staple food for me while I’m here. It’s either bananas or Pepto Bismol, and I’m down to my last pink chewable.

That’s my story for today!!!

Tuesday, July 13, 2010

Score!

SCORE! July 13, 2010 Tuesday
Today was a walking score. On the taxi ride out to karaoke Sunday night, we passed a Star Mart down the street from the night market. It was way down the street, but at least it was easy to find thanks to a landmark we are so familiar with now. Today, we set off to walk to that Star Mart. Instead, just 2 blocks down from the night market, there was a ‘book store.’ I said, “Hey! Let’s go in and check it out!” What the hell; we had all afternoon.
We started to walk past the military security at the front door, and he told us to check my bag. I just know this because I’ve done it so many times in so many stores; he didn’t actually speak English, and I didn’t understand his Vietnamese; it was purely context. OK, so I check my bag. I asked for the plastic bag to be wrapped around my bag so I could carry it around, but they didn’t go for that, so I took my ticket and hoped for the best. It didn’t really matter: My wallet and Anthony’s wallet came out and with us through the store, so the only things left were my translation book and a few odds and ends.
Within minutes, we were SO happy we stopped!! They didn’t sell any dairy or fruit/vegetables, but they sold everything else we needed, and we get most of our fruit and vegetables from the street markets now anyway. It turned out that we didn’t even need to trek to the StarMart. We may make the attempt anyway some day, just to continue exploration, but it was nice to know that this is so within walking distance for us, and it saved us about $120,000 in round trip taxi rides that we were spending on ‘Big C.’ Oh, yeah, and they sold books, too, but no novels in English, so that part was a wash for us. Not that we actually planned to buy any, anyway. We each bought a novel last weekend and read them in one day—not a strategic use of funds. Instead, I found a site where I can download 5 novels for free every month. Many are ‘home grown’ written by non-famous people who just uploaded their novel, and many are classics, but they’re fun to read and keep us occupied in our down time.
Oh, the hotel people are SO NICE. She just came in with new pillows. Someone must have told her that I thought the pillows were hard or something, I don’t know. I bought my own the second day we were here, so I can’t believe she even worried about it, but in she came. I gave her (well, actually I gave ‘him,’ but I told him to share) several bananas that I bought from the street vendor this morning before work.
That’s another story. I was in the room, dressed and doing something, when I heard the ‘bai-da!’ monotone guy outside. I grabbed my wallet and went running down the stairs—he’s the banana guy!! When I got outside, he was nowhere to be found, but I was sure I had heard him. I looked at some woman standing there in the street and said, “Bai-da?” in his same monotone. This doesn’t mean banana; I don’t know what the hell it means, though. Anyway, she was like, “Taxi?” I said, “No. Bananas!” as I kept looking around and spotted the guy with his bicycle cart coming out from the back side street a block down from our hotel. I went running and stopped him. I know I would have mortified Anthony had he been outside, but the banana guy was just glad to see me. Anyway, it was a little victory, because I recognized what I was hearing when it was still far enough away to get down 2 flights of stairs and catch him! Up until now, if I’m not on the street when he goes by, forget it, I get no bananas. And let me tell you, bananas are a staple food for me while I’m here. It’s either bananas or Pepto Bismol, and I’m down to my last pink chewable.

That’s my story for today!!!

Saturday, July 10, 2010

WATER PUPPET THEATER


The Puppeteers!

We went to the water puppet theater downtown last Tuesday, the same day as coffee day. The puppeteers are behind screens and maneuver the puppets through the water, doing flips and all kinds of tricks.


The Flood

The park from the balcony OMG I don't want to even think what's in this water. Later, we found a drowned rat, so just use your imagination. July 1 The Flood While we were using the internet at the school and preparing for next week’s classes, it started to rain. Actually, it started to downpour, twice as hard as last night but without the lightning. We just waited for it to stop and blithely continued to read, prep, and use the internet. I even downloaded several commentaries and a few pictures to my blog, finally. When the rain let up, we started walking home. Now, I expected some puddles in the street outside the school. They are repaving it, and right now, it’s pretty much sandy dirt and drainage rock. What I didn’t expect was what I saw when I got to the end of the alley. There was about 4 inches of standing water. Rather that walk through I don’t know what in the water, we decided to go back down the alley and around via the main street. We got abou2 blocks on the main street, and lo and behold, again, water, but this time there was about 8 inches. Back the way we came. 4 inches is better than 6 inches of standing water. Oh, but it wasn’t over. We began wading down the alley, and it got deeper. And deeper. And deeper. Finally, it was up to almost my knees! My favorite skirt was shot—I couldn’t keep it out of the water. When we got back to the hotel, I was just laughing. What else could we do? We got upstairs, and I made Anthony go in and wash his legs and feet with soap and water, then I took a shower and scrubbed down, and finally I disinfected the floor that we had walked across. I found a severed cricket leg. Joy. I was worried that we would be in lock down for hours, but I called a couple of people, and the attitude was the same: just wait; it will go away. So, Anthony and I sat on the bed and played Rummy. We’re getting pretty good at it, actually, and it’s a nice way to pass the time in the evenings…or when you are waiting for the waters to recede.  Here's a video of the rain that started it all. Actually, the rain comes about once a day, generally in the late afternoon, complete with thunder and lightening. We love to watch it all from the balcony in the safety of the hotel. We don't, however, much like getting stuck outside in it!

CaPhe Chon, or, Weasel Poop Coffee




Ca Phe Chon, or Weasel Poop Coffee
If you know me, you know how much I love coffee. I never drank the stuff until I married my husband, but now I’m quite addicted. I don’t dare start a day without it. Thus, you can imagine my excitement when, on page 384 of the Lonely Planet Vietnam (2009), I saw a box describing the famous ‘weasel coffee,’ or, in Mishelle Terms, Weasel Poop Coffee. If you’ve ever seen the movie The Bucket List with Jack Nicholson and Morgan Freeman, you might remember that JN loved this coffee until MF informed him where it really came from. They feed the beans to weasels first, and they poop them out, and some chemical process happens in the digestion to make it ‘absolutely amazing.’
Well, I had to have a kilo to take home to my husband!



Nguyen Thi had to look far and wide for this stuff—it wasn’t as easy to find as I had at first thought. Not only that, but it was expensive!!! Generally, it runs about 500,000 vnd a kilo, which is about $30. Well, we found a little shop in District 10 that sells it wholesale for 300,000 vnd a kilo. The woman’s family has a farm in the highlands near the mountains. I was her first American customer. The name of the shop is Tra- Ca Phe Nguyen Phat, located at 597 Le Hong Phong, Quan 10. Phone is 08-38345086.
I took a ton of pictures, and when I told her that I was putting her up on my blog, she gave me a couple of gifts—two small bags of ca phe chon beans!!!!!
Seriously, if you want these beans, take the taxi here. It ran me about 50,000 vnd for the taxi to get here, and it was so worth taking the time to find the place!