My OperaMy red-letter day - A Blessing in Disguise
Tuesday, October 13, 2009 2:53:31 PM
Coming back home from church at 7:30 this morning, I was filled with disappointment that the sky was covered in dark clouds. The plan for today's trip was on the rocks...
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Yesterday evening, some friends and I joined an English Club in District 1. The host was Tuan, a high-flying businessman who owns a four-floor apartment near the 23-9 park. It was a really nice place, which looked strikingly impressive. The meeting was held upstairs. We climbed 2 short stairways and found ourselves at a small cozy half-walled room. There, we sat by groups at tables of all shapes and sizes. It was really fresh up their, with breezes blowing gently and romantic colorful lights.
We helped ourselves the seats, and I was at the same table with a guy from England, whose name was Richard. That was a hunk. It could be hard to describe his hair-style, which was rather spiky, but I liked it. He had a lovely smile, and the guy measured up to 6 feet or over. The British accent could be tough to follow for most students in Vietnam, but to me it's a piece of cake. His words came out at a rapid rate, so getting lost in the middle of the way should be tolerated. He had already set foot on Cambodia, Laos, and Thailand, and he had been in Saigon for merely 24 hours. His girlfriend was with him, but I didn't have much chatting with her.
Another foreigner was Martin, whose nationality is Dutch. Believe it or not, he made his way from China to Cambodia on his high black strong bicycle. This guy cherished the countryside where he passed by en route. He would love to rough it and taste life in his own way. He was handsome, too. And his English was absolutely perfect. Just think about it, English is no second language in Holland.
Everything went perfectly. And time did fly when we were enjoying ourselves. But before the good-bye session, a plan was put forward. We would act as tour-guides for Richard and Martin this morning, as they longed to do some walking around this city before continuing their holiday trip.
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And it turned out that weather didn't seem to permit at all. In a split second after I got back home from church, the first drop of rain came down from atop. And soon came a shower, which lasted until 10 am. I was blowing my top at the recent storm, but that wasn't supposed to do the trick. Anyway, at 9:15 I had to set out as we had agreed on that time. I got there, parking my bike in the park, and walked with Dung, who turned up at almost the same time, to Mr. Tuan's house.
There were Martin and his friend Dave, both Dutch, who were trying a delicious Vietnamese breakfast with rice, coconut and beans, which was probably "xoi" for I didn't actually see it. Foreign tourists seemed to have crush on bananas, as I can see from the way they took them up, peeled them off, tucked them in, chewed them apart, and got them down. Shortly afterward, all my friends were there. There were 9 of us, exclusive of Richard and his girlfriend, who woke up with a pain in the chest and had to be pay a visit to the hospital. No sooner said than done, departure was underway.
The rain had eased off at that time. The sky looked OK. And the guys looked perfect. We moved to the bus station first and had to wait for the bus to get rolling. After a rough 7-minute wait, we got on it. Martin and Dave were so tall that the ceiling could barely keep away from their top. We were filled with excitement, talking nineteen to the dozen. Other passengers took attentive heed of us, as we couldn't keep it down voicing our delirium. 10 minutes later, we got out to see the zoo was in sight.
(To be continued...)
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Yesterday evening, some friends and I joined an English Club in District 1. The host was Tuan, a high-flying businessman who owns a four-floor apartment near the 23-9 park. It was a really nice place, which looked strikingly impressive. The meeting was held upstairs. We climbed 2 short stairways and found ourselves at a small cozy half-walled room. There, we sat by groups at tables of all shapes and sizes. It was really fresh up their, with breezes blowing gently and romantic colorful lights.
We helped ourselves the seats, and I was at the same table with a guy from England, whose name was Richard. That was a hunk. It could be hard to describe his hair-style, which was rather spiky, but I liked it. He had a lovely smile, and the guy measured up to 6 feet or over. The British accent could be tough to follow for most students in Vietnam, but to me it's a piece of cake. His words came out at a rapid rate, so getting lost in the middle of the way should be tolerated. He had already set foot on Cambodia, Laos, and Thailand, and he had been in Saigon for merely 24 hours. His girlfriend was with him, but I didn't have much chatting with her.
Another foreigner was Martin, whose nationality is Dutch. Believe it or not, he made his way from China to Cambodia on his high black strong bicycle. This guy cherished the countryside where he passed by en route. He would love to rough it and taste life in his own way. He was handsome, too. And his English was absolutely perfect. Just think about it, English is no second language in Holland.
Everything went perfectly. And time did fly when we were enjoying ourselves. But before the good-bye session, a plan was put forward. We would act as tour-guides for Richard and Martin this morning, as they longed to do some walking around this city before continuing their holiday trip.
...
And it turned out that weather didn't seem to permit at all. In a split second after I got back home from church, the first drop of rain came down from atop. And soon came a shower, which lasted until 10 am. I was blowing my top at the recent storm, but that wasn't supposed to do the trick. Anyway, at 9:15 I had to set out as we had agreed on that time. I got there, parking my bike in the park, and walked with Dung, who turned up at almost the same time, to Mr. Tuan's house.
There were Martin and his friend Dave, both Dutch, who were trying a delicious Vietnamese breakfast with rice, coconut and beans, which was probably "xoi" for I didn't actually see it. Foreign tourists seemed to have crush on bananas, as I can see from the way they took them up, peeled them off, tucked them in, chewed them apart, and got them down. Shortly afterward, all my friends were there. There were 9 of us, exclusive of Richard and his girlfriend, who woke up with a pain in the chest and had to be pay a visit to the hospital. No sooner said than done, departure was underway.
The rain had eased off at that time. The sky looked OK. And the guys looked perfect. We moved to the bus station first and had to wait for the bus to get rolling. After a rough 7-minute wait, we got on it. Martin and Dave were so tall that the ceiling could barely keep away from their top. We were filled with excitement, talking nineteen to the dozen. Other passengers took attentive heed of us, as we couldn't keep it down voicing our delirium. 10 minutes later, we got out to see the zoo was in sight.
(To be continued...)
