|And that, boys and girls, is where we get the term "working girl."|
A couple final travel notes, and we'll mercifully put an end to me complaining about how awesome my life is.
First, the roads in Vietnam and Cambodia have fewer potholes than the roads in LA. America is dying.
Second, the Vietnamese fucking love to work. The whole trip, on every main street, down every alley, in every rice field, Vietnamese can be found toiling away in awesome conical hats. They don't look miserable or pissed off; they seem to take pride in getting shit done, and are the complete opposite of lazy. Of course, one could argue that in order to sustain a half-decent quality of life there, the residents have to work non-stop, and that's why you see 70-year-old women lugging impossibly heavy amounts of cargo over their shoulders through the crowded streets of Hanoi and Saigon. But I say, bullocks! You're being difficult. They love it. And here's proof:
My buddy and I were laughing about how every Vietnamese person we met worked so enthusiastically, when one of our Vietnamese tour guides started telling us about how he was getting excited for Tet, the Chinese/Vietnamese New Year. We asked him what people do to celebrate, and he said, "Well, it is, eh, quite fun. We take three days off, yes?..." So my friend and I looked at each other like, finally, some vacation for these guys! And then the tour guide went on, "...And we clean all the rooms, and plant the garden, and paint the house..." and I turned to my friend and said, "So they work." Unbelievable!
Anyway, here are a handful of pictures I took while on the trip, that me and my life partner managed to not be in, should you care to take a gander: