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Published: March 21st 2007
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we set foot on hoi an furnished with the scoop and skinny about the niche little town. its tucked away in central vietnam and entrenched in a history of commercial and historical lavishness. it was largely untouched during the waring periods that afflicted vietnam, so their houses and infrastructure remain intact and unblemished from the days of old. its like being transposed back in time, with shophouses galore and errr..that's pretty much it haha. so it was a good reprieve after enterprising and effervescent saigon, sluggish nha trang, with the primodial charm of the old town out to lure you. we spent an analgesic few days there, having been consumed with an opiate reverie that inundates you. we dispensed with the hefty admission fees to the select few features (houses, bridges) of the old town on display; all showy and embellished. traipsed on foot to savour and relish the archaic town in its bare essential self. amongst the 'cultural appreciation' we engaged in was watch a movie in a local cinema hahaha! in old skool vietnam! it was a most prodigious experience and we left happy patrons. no a/c, hard wooden chairs a la in pri school, and check this
assimilation
the old fisherman in concordance with his element out: A LOCAL INTERPRETER WITH HIS VOICEOVERS AND TRANSLATIONS OVER A MIC in an english movie (the film was deja vu)! haha we were floored by the whole experience, and derived quite an immense quantum of satisfaction, having to decipher the flick for ourselves. is it even screening on local shores?!!
also spent a day in hoi an in the local orphanage fraternizing with the kids. hear them disclose their tragic tales, but their zest and ebullience for life transcends the parameters they find themselves within. so i figured for myself that if they themselves arent contrite or condemnatory about their plight, we have no moral right or high ground to feel sorry for them too. its especially moving to hear that most of them go on to embark on university education in bigger cities like sai gon or da nang, while others reciprocate in requited measure by coming back to work in the home.
the narcotic languor of hoi an was refreshing. perhaps its simply because this place, ingrained in the old world and not likely to stride forward anytime soon, necessitates a total dearth of activity. quite the contrary, the compulsion to rollick in the ancient
freak of nature
those white marshmellow-esque billow stuff arent breaker waves from an impending tsunami. THEY'RE CLOUDS!! lustre and relish your every deliberate and measured pace makes for easy living. hoi an was good.
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janell
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HEELLLOOO!! You're coming back soon! Haha the house's been damn quiet w/o you man! Enjoy yourself in hanoi, SEEYOUSOON!:D