A day in the life

so in theory tomorrow's post will be a large cultural revelation i have had based on my past year of traveling, but i realized that i have not written- or wanted to write- a basic post on what happens here. So here it is, a saturday in Hue.

Wake up late- no work on Saturday's. Need to switch hotels- I will not elaborate on the frustration I have faced with program coordinators and business people, etc- but lets just say frustration level is high. I pack up to leave my favorite two ladies- Tea and Houng. Love 'em.
I go to Lotus for banana pancake breakfest. I get the bill and notice everything is higher than the menu says. "wrong menu- here is right one." Oh, thanks. So there's a foreigner menu where everything is more expensive and you show me as I'm leaving. Typical.

A few good things happened today: I took a nap in my new hotel. It has a/c. Upon waking I decided to search out the indian place in town, and had the best north indian food I've had since I was there. God bless you Omar, god bless you for cooking vegetables. Here in Hue, the Vietnamese will take most all living beings aside from people, chop them up, cover them with fish sauce and serve them with rice. "oh you don't eat meat? here, have some rice...and fish sauce." Great.

It rained, which cooled things off and was glorious. I headed out on my bike to Dieu Nghiem Pagoda I visited last weekend. It is one of the most peaceful, serene places I've found here and that is what I needed. I take the path to the right as the water/fan women yell at me from the pagoda entrance to the left. The nunnery is up ahead, and these nuns produce the most beautiful chanting I've ever experienced. It is something between native american tones, celtic melodies, and asian chants with gongs. The nuns are wonderful. They smile and greet me and I know it is sincere and kind. No one is trying to sell me a damn thing.
As they finish their rounds a nun comes to invite me to dinner. I'm still full from blessed aloo palak, but hey, a little nun invites you to dinner after a wretched few days and you don't say no.
As we eat one of the sisters speaks splendid english with me, and after I go on the ultra-slow walking meditation/english lesson with the curious sister who invited me to dinner. Even without hair, in the drap grey robes, she is intensely beautiful.

I will return tomorrow- four oclock- for that wonderful chanting and peaceful atmosphere.

I get back to town just at dusk- terrible for biking. The drivers in this country are crazy and I always try to get in by dark. I lock up the bike and head to the park by the river (parks are the place to be at night. They light them up with these funky neon lights, little men bike around selling popcorn, and benches are filled with couples holding hands- really- just holding hands). I've been practicing poi ever since Xavi hooked me up on Hat Tien in Thailand- so I break out the set and get going. I got to pick up a few moves from an Aussie in the street the other night, so there's even more to practice. It's nice at night because the people become more interested in the member of the opposite sex across the bench from them and less interested in gawking at a funny foreign girl swinging around neon balls on chain.

Then its back to the hotel, bath, internet.

And there we have it, a day in Hue. Tune in tomorrow for Laura's cultural insights and revelations (i think that will happen at least, we'll see)

hope this posts- vietnam actually blocks american blogs so it's a wierd twisted process writing and i'm never quite sure it works.

much love