The dog ate my homework

A day too late

Headline today about road safety in Vietnam.

Did you notice I didn’t do my blog? Probably not, but I have a good excuse. Of course it’s not homework, writing a blog, and of course therre is no dog. Vietnamese or otherwise. But sometimes, thinking of something original to write feels a little like homework. Nice homework of course.

But what happened yesterday evening wasn’t nice, and has taken the edge of HoiAn and Vietnam a little.

It was the evening when

I get knocked down, but I get up again. By a scooter. On a zebra crossing. Don’t panic. I am OK. A little shaken up. A sore right leg and hip. Confidence dented. Leg not dented or broken. Rather it that way round. So I’m back to square one again, with regard to crossing the road. Nervous, hesitant, palms sweaty, fast shallow breathing, none of which makes for good road crossing. I’m yearning for my Tufty pyjamas again. Which is OK, sort of, as we are ending our stay in Vietnam.

I wrote about letting go the other day. Perhaps that little scooter incident will help me let go of the wonderful ness of Vietnam. And it is lovable. Really it is. Just not the safest of places if you want to cross the road!

Reasons I still love Vietnam

  • The people. I am honored that people here think I am one of them. They smile with the whole of their faces. They genuinely want to help you enjoy their country, cannot do enough to please.
  • The street food. One of the few places McDonalds hasn’t taken hold because the street food is so amazing, healthy and cheap.
  • Vietnamese coffee. Ca phe sua nong. Slow slow, from a dented tin filter into a cup with sweetened condensed milk. Smells delicious, tastes thick and bitter.
  • A country enshrouded in the smell of incense. Temples and Pagodas to soothe amidst the noise and chaos and hooting of the Mopeds.
  • Ow-ya-i. The traditional Ao Dai dress. A perfect reason to ditch the jeans and t shirt and head to one of the many many HoiAn tailors for a made to measure silk wonder alll of my own.
  • The limestone giants of Halong Bay. Seems a long time ago now. But that feeling as we set sail on our Haling Bay cruise after 4 days in Hanoi.
  • Paradise Caves. 350 million years to make those stalactites and stalagmites. A day where I felt fleeting and small, and in awe of the marvellousness of nature.

This is my list, for now. But no doubt over the days and weeks to come, I’ll remember more, will come back and add to it.

And I’m humming that refrain from Miss Saigon again…

Vietnam
Hey look I mean you no offence
But why does nothing here make sense?



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Looking for my long lost family in Hong Kong And previously.... Fell in love with coastal living 5 years ago. And moved to stunning St Ives. A place to create and grow and flourish. Got me a home and a job. And never looked back. Everyone talks and writes about the famous dead people of St Ives. Virginia and Alfred and Ben and Barbara and Peter and Wilhelmina. Well I thought I’d introduce you to some very nice folk, and they’re all very much alive and make St Ives a much the better town for it.

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3 Comments

  1. Bless you Laura not a nice experience but glad you’re ok and focusing on the positives. Missing your smile, your energy, your enthusiasm – and just you. Hugs xx

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  2. Hello lovely Laura so glad your ok. Make sure Mr P stays bye your side. All sounds truly amazing enjoy the cruise you’ll feel more at home with the water around you. Hugs xx

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  3. WTF sorry to hear your confidence has been dented I’m just so glad it isn’t you that has been dented or broken. Perhaps next time you visit you could invest in a high-viz jacket, get extra large so that it covers you down to your knees please. 🤣
    Sending love and gentle hugs Axx

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