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Published: November 20th 2009
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Reuben's bed in HCMC
Reuben loved his bed in the My My Hotel. It was the once place where he could be himself. What a difference a day makes. Got up at 4.30am (again) to meet a 5am taxi at the hotel. Predictably enough there was no taxi waiting for us. Anyway one was rustled up from somewhere on short notice. You might think that the streets of HCMC would be empty(ish) at 5 am. Not so. Still a bun fight to get across your average intersection.
Vietnamese Airlines were a model of efficiency and after 50 minutes we were on the runway at Dalat. As Milla astutely pointed out, "look Dad, there's nature right up to the edge of the runway..." Clearly she prefers the verdant hills of Dalat to the seething mass of humanity and motorbikes that is HCMC.
A short taxi ride had us in Dalat where we needed to find a hotel. The kids were a little uncertain about this approach, asking more than once, "but where are we staying tonight". I think they found having two parents who had no idea where we would be sleeping a little disconcerting.
We pitched up unannounced at the guide books 'pick' of the budget hotels. And yes there was room at the inn. A lovely woman who was as
I know how Julie feels
The dinosaurs weren't the scariest thing by any measure at the Dam Sen 'fun' park in HCMC. serene as they come, welcomed us to her hotel like we were long lost relatives and showed us a lovely room. It was still only 8.30am so we even got breakfast into the deal. A sumptious spread of fruits, breads, spread, cold meats and best of all, according to the response of the kids, Corn Flakes.
Dalat is in the central highlands and was a refreshing 21 degrees when we landed. Of course Milla immediately pronounced that she was freezing. Becoming a bit of a theme that kind of line from number 2.
After breakfast we thought we'd jump straight into some Dalat sights so we took a cable car (sorry Mik) up to a pagoda on a hilltop. After the frantic pace of HCMC, it was a delight to wander amongst the pagodas, enjoy the tranquil gardens and believe it not, to hear windchimes. (A sentence I never thought I would type)
Lept from the cable car, straight onto a sort of drive-it-yourself roller coaster which took you down to a modest waterfall. Each person has their own little carriage which you sit in and roll off down the tracks. It was fantastic fun.
The kids
That's a scream
The locals were so impressed by Julie's ear piercing scream as she and the kids rocketed down this boat ride that they gave her a round of applause. have got over their culture shock now but we have moved onto a different sort of challenge, best summed up as "complain long and loud when I don't get my way". All three of them have mastered this art form to a fine degree. One of them has just completed a PhD on the subject will almost certainly make the olympic team. There are moments when you are dealing with the tenth "whingeathon" of the day when you realise just how taxing it is to spend 24 hours a day with your children.
Don't tell social services but I have left them watching 'Alladin' on cable up in the room while I type this. Who would have thought that typing could be so relaxing.
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Steven, Julie, Reuben, Milla & Jude
Thanks John and Gaye
We will. Had a good day today with the kids. Climbed a 7 storey pagoda and Milla got to ring the 8 tonne bell. Finished the day with 2 hours in our own private Karaoke bar. Julie and Milla were so excited I thought they were going to wet themselves. Reuben and Jude got right into it as well. More soon... lots of love Steven