I took a cold shower on purpose and threw away a tee-shirt.
I was bragging on Facebook it was 91 degrees yesterday and I wasn’t complaining of the heat. I’ll never do that again.
Lets pretend you are sitting in a steam room. Yes, it’s hot and you are sweating; but you have it at the temperature & humidity that makes you sweat and opens your pours. And then your Uncle Vinny walks in. Drops his towel and pour two big bowl full of water onto the rocks. The steams oozy away and into the air. Uncle Vinny laughs and ask, “Do you like it hot” and pour two more big bowls of water onto the rocks. Arugh! First, you don’t like your Uncle and two, it’s too damn hot. You try to leave but the door is stuck. You are locked in this room with Uncle Vinny with no way out. He laughs at you.
That is what the heat was like today. And tomorrow is only going to be better.
Today we walked almost 30,000 miles with almost 12 miles. We had a young girl from the University Club called “Hanoi Kids” come to our hotel to walk around with us and practice her English. She was quite lovely with the gift to gab. She is graduating this Spring with the goal to move to Ho Chi Minh City or Saigon and work in Universal Banking. She is currently on round two of five for a entry level job that starts at $200 a month.
She took us around old town and talked about life in Vietnam. She also took me the place that invented “Egg Coffee.” Egg coffee is a whipped up egg with butter that sit on a shot of espresso. It’s served in a espresso cup sitting in a bath of hot water to keep it warm. You slowly stir the egg into the espresso before you shoot it down. I liked it. We never would of found the joint since the entry was a small cove with a narrow hallway to a open stairway to which you are just suppose to know to climb the spiral staircase to the coffee shop with the tiny seats and tables.
She also pointed out the address of the coffee shop, 39 (on whatever street.) She had us look at the place next door; 39 (whatever street) and the place next to that; 39. In fact all the coffee shops on that street had the same address. When one shop is popular, your friends will duplicate with the same address to get the business. Most shops do this. I think that is called Capitalism and not Communism.
We didn’t shop much with our “Hanoi Kid.” It was too hot and I didn’t care. I preferred to sit in a non-air conditioned windowless room drinking warm espressos.
We shuffled and slugged back to our hotel and said goodbye.
I took a cold shower, and had to throw away my tee-shirt. I don’t even think the sink and soap could clean or cure that shirt. So now I am down to five shirts.
Maybe in Korea tomorrow I can find a replacement shirt; made in Vietnam.