Whatever this is, don’t do it.
(No parking and no double-parking… maybe?)
One of the imperial tombs around Hue.
In transit to the next stop, this fishing boat on the Perfume River.
Former capital of Imperial Vietnam.
Note barefoot construction worker:
Vietnamese emperors styled themselves after the Chinese. You see it in the tombs (next post, maybe) and in the Imperial City, modeled as a smaller version of the Forbidden City.
This cafe/club is located on the unfinished lower floor of a still-unfinished building.
(More catch-up blogging. I’ll need to adjust the light on some of these; my camera was still in night mode.)
OMG, I was reincarnated as a water buffalo!
(Water buffalo always have that look. People seem to believe in reincarnation in exactly the same places that use water buffalo. Coincidence?)
Maybe this has something to do with it?
(Mysterious Hanoi street food. All I could determine from talking with the vender is that you eat them on the toasted buns. Somehow.)
Can I help it if some of the folk music here sounds like Squidward practicing clarinet?
It’s puzzling but a lot of young women here in central Vietnam wear hoodies in the sun and sweltering heat–especially but not exclusively when riding scooters. I suppose it keeps the sun off and the breeze on a scooter will keep you cool. But I’ve seen them worn on the streets as well. It seems nutty to me, but what do I know?
(No pics yet, but maybe I can get one tomorrow.)
I’ve been missing a lot of the news from back home but the biggest headlines do punch through. Aside from the horrific events n Boston there was this (via TPM):
On Tuesday, the federal prosecutors dismissed all charges against Mississippi Elvis impersonator Paul Kevin Curtis in the case of ricin-tainted letters that were sent to President Barack Obama and other officials. After he was released from jail, Curtis and his attorneys held a gonzo press conference outside the federal courthouse in Oxford that included allusions to their theory that he was framed by another man, a promise of mass foot massages, and the tale of a dog named “Moo Cow.”
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For his part, after thanking McCoy and his family and friends, Curtis said he loves “my country” and vowed he would “never do harm to him or any other U.S. official.” He also discussed his plans now that he is out of jail. First, Curtis said he wanted to “find my dog Moo Cow,” who “got loose when Homeland Security swarmed in on me.” When someone in attendance at the press conference informed him the dog had already been recovered, Curtis, who described himself as a “licensed reflexologist” said he planned to give a “foot massage” to McCoy and “to all you ladies who need foot massage therapy” as an expression of his happiness.
I wonder if my return tickets are refundable.
The “pashminas” get cheaper the further you are from Kashmir.