Sunday Beautiful Sunday

So begins the first day of a routine I think shall become my regular over the next couple of weeks, breakfast at the Hotel, a wander around the block sitting in bars sipping coffee, pineapple juice or beer and reading a good book and nibbling on the numerous delectables on offer for a relative pittance, ie: holidaying. Although I am on a 3G network which is so cheap, I also have the WiFi passwords for many of the bars now so my phone is a handy time passing tool also, thank you graciously to my fellow WWF players for the entertaining interaction.

                    An afternoon shower presented a nice flicker of rainbow in the centre of this pic.

Todays notables include a new addition to the drugs on offer, it is impossible to walk more than 1 minute without being offered pot and of those people every 4^th or 5^th one will offer opium however today was the first time I have been offered ice. I have watched too many “Banged Up Abroad” episodes to even entertain the idea, relax Mum and Dad!

I have become somewhat notorious to the girls who stalk the tourists sitting in the bars with baskets of tissues, chewing gum, nail clippers, sunglasses, lighters, books and various other trinkets. Some of whom use their gorgeous young babies to soften your discernment, often claiming they need money to feed them though fatter, happier, healthier (and gorgeous) looking babies you will not see. I am known as the mean man who will not buy any of this cheap rubbish from them. Here you can see them gathering like a pack of beautiful wolves, preparing to move in for the kill on Alley Booz corner.

Note the electrical worker running a new line in with the multitude of existing ones climbing his ladder leaning on the wires.

Also I am getting hassled less by the men on bikes offering rides or “pretty girl massage” or pot as I am starting to be recognised as more of a “mainstay” then a “fly by nighter”, becoming familiar enough with a some of them that I can say hi and stop to chat with them a little bit without being given the hard sell and becoming informed of the lastest happenings on the block. It helps that my “com, cam urn” (no thank you) becomes more natural sounding as I am adapting to the sounds of their dialect. The Vietnamese language has less words but the same word can mean several things depending on how you “sound” it. (As with most Asian languages). I am feeling at (second) home………..again.