'Oh god oh god oh god oh god!'
That was all that was running through my mind the entire journey back to my couchsurfing host's home. And I thought being a pedestrian in Hanoi was bad enough. But riding on the back of a motorcycle trumps it all especially when he's using his mobile at the same time. I grip the back handles hard till my knuckles ache. I sit stiffly until my bum also ache and my legs cramp up.
'Fuck!'
I swear that car was millimetres away from my skin - I could feel it at the tips of the hairs on my leg as it revved past us.
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Apparently, it's a custom to wait for everyone to return home for a family dinner when a guest is around. My first home-cooked Vietnamese meal. They certainly eat funny things here: pig ears included. When I told them that we don't eat them in Malaysia (at least I've never had them before), his mother asks me, 'So what do you do with them?' To which I reply, 'Don't know. Probably throw them away.' I guess when you're in a country this poor, anything goes and you can't afford to let anything go to waste.
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