We came back to Hanoi today. We had to leave the bungalows early in the morning and were shuttled from boat to boat until we were back on the boat we had stayed on the night before. They did a cooking class on the boat, but I skipped it. It will be a long time before I can look at Asian food again. I just sat on the top of the boat feeling like death. After the boat dropped us at the dock, we waited for a bus, then the long ride home. The bus stopped at one of those rest stops with the store to buy local goods again. This one was a madhouse with people everywhere. That didn’t help me feel better – getting tired of people everywhere. The hotel I booked in Hanoi is good though. It was the most cheerful greeting I’ve ever received at a hotel. One guy ran out into the street to get my bags, the lady at the desk knew who I was and the other lady was so happy, she must have been coated in candy. On the way to dinner a lady carrying food in baskets over her shoulder walked up to Erin and put the thing on her shoulder and then demanded I take a picture. She wouldn’t take it off Erin and Erin looked like she was going to drop it any second. I took a picture and then the lady tried to sell her fruit. When Erin refused, she demanding money for the picture. Erin gave her a tiny tiny amount of money which pissed of the lady and we hightailed it out of there. After dinner, Erin and I decided to get body scrubs. The guy in the spa must have gone to the same hospitality school as the lady at our hotel because he was so happy to tell us about the spa. I usually love body scrubs. This one was brutal. There was nothing gentle about the lady who did mine. It was like a sports massage with salt. I had to look down several times to make sure I wasn’t bleeding. But, at the same time, I was happy to have a layer of skin removed. I felt like it was removing Sam Ngao, months of sweat, strange housemates, Hanoi and this sickness. And nothing else matters except that the bed in my hotel room is soft. I didn’t think there was such a thing in SE Asia as a soft bed. If I could put this bed in the bungalow, I’d never leave. Time to hit it!
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