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Meet the Cast

*** This blog was created to document our travel in Vietnam -- to keep our family members back home in the USA informed (and to prove that we were still alive!) At times, it felt like the upcoming trip would be a MTV Real World TV experiment -- so we based this blog on that theme. ***

Friday, December 28, 2011
Posted by Tootsie & TwoLively

What happens in Vietnam, stays in Vietnam. So, to protect the family name and dignity, we will be using aliases. Please refer to us as:
  • Wizard of Oz (Oz)
  • Glinda
  • MarcoPolo (Marco)
  • TwoLively
  • Montezuma's Revenge (Monte)
  • The Travel Agent
  • Tootsie

WIZARD OF OZ
In the 2012 version, our title character is a computer wizard with a daring appetite. Vietnam will be a culinary adventure for him! And, as a twist to the plot, our wizard marries and departs from Oz (in an eco-friendly hybrid Prius) with...

GLINDA   
She's no witch, but she sure cast a spell on Oz! She keeps the Oz's GPS set on the straight-and-narrow. She's the yin to his yang... The Abbott to his Costello... The peanutbutter to his jelly... You get the drift... Speaking of drifting...

MARCOPOLO
Instead of drifting in unchartered waters, our Marco Polo traverses the world by navigating the skies. With his knees pushed up to his ears, he dreams of first-class. He is married to...

TWOLIVELY
She wanted to be Xena, 'cause who doesn't wanna be Xena? But, holding the title of Domestic Goddess AND Warrior Princess might make others feel bad. This spunky germ-o-phobe can be explosive...just like a bad case of...

MONTEZUMA'S REVENGE
Not one to heed advice from medical professionals (or the CDC for that matter), this willy-nilly traveler throws caution to the wind. Vaccinations? Antibiotics? Insect repellent? Pssssh! BUT: will the winds of fate catch him? Will he spend his vacation sight-seeing...strapped to the commode...or have other arrangements been made by his wife...

THE TRAVEL AGENT
Petite, smart, a Jill-of-All-Trades...she's the soothing Immodium to Montezuma's rumblings (but Immodium's kinda a crappy nickname, dontcha think?) This native-speakin'-hotel-booking-bus-scheduling-event-planner will hopefully (???) negotiate any precarious situation along the pothole-laden-unnamed-Vietnamese-road! She drives a hard-bargain with her shrewd negotiating skills. She can really stre-t-ch a dong (Vietnamese currency, of course.)

How do you follow childish snickers over the word "dong"? YOU CAN'T! You can only put one foot in front of the other... And speaking of feet...

TOOTSIE
This thoughtful traveler probably won't go toe-to-toe with anyone (unless it's over the last square of toilet paper.) Like a Gremlin, abide by a few rules: 1. Keep her rested 2. Keep her full 3. Keep her lily-white skin from parching, and 4. Never, ever, EVER wake her from her slumbers. In return, she'll toe-the-line, and keep in step. Her quest is to photograph her toesies on every new adventure, and you can read about her feet's feats right here...
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Will Oz's iron-stomach keep up with his quest for exotic cuisine? Will Monte favor sit-down or squat toilets? Stay tuned...

Our bus is ready!

Tuesday, January 3, 2012
Posted by Oz


Great news! I did some online research and found a picture of the bus we will be riding in...

Culinary Musings

Tuesday, January  3, 2012
Posted by TwoLively

At the risk of sounding like an Ugly American: I’m willing to broaden my palate, but I don’t want to eat anything dubious. My sister-in-law, The Travel Agent, promises to help us navigate through the culinary waters… Here are a few things that I’m adamantly avoiding:

No Thank You:
đùi
ếch (frog legs)
(goat meat)

Fear-Factor Worthy:
Chuot Dong
(Southern field rats)—or North or Central rats, too
rươ
i (ragworms)
di huyết (blood sausage)
Tiết canh (blood)
ht vt ln (balut/boiled embryo duck egg)
Oc Buou (apple snails)—or any other snails
th
t chó (dog meat)

*To be fair, I’m sure 99.9% of the things listed above aren’t ever eaten by 95% of the locals. But I watch a lot of
Bizarre Foods with Andrew Zimmern, which has 100% tainted my mind.

My brother-in-law, Oz, plans on eating the atypical stuff—while his wife, Glinda, will stick to a noodle-and-rice-only diet. My sister-in-law, Tootsie, has a delicate stomach, and eating without aggravating should be an adventure in itself! My husband, MarcoPolo wants to broaden his horizons—“but nothing with feathers, beaks, claws or toenails.” My brother-in-law, Montezuma, has already traveled to Vietnam—plus, his wife, The Travel Agent grew up there—so they already know what to expect. As for me, TwoLively, I’m bankin’ on two things:
Ph (noodle soup with beef and onions; basil, mint, lime, and bean sprouts) and Gi cun (soft vermicelli summer rolls) Mmmmmmmm….! In Vietnam, I’m told Ph is served breakfast/lunch/dinnerquite heavenly indeed!

I’m also looking forward to traveling along the coast, and eating an INSANE amount of fresh seafood—sorry Tootsie and Glinda, our non-seafood-lovin’-travelers.

On a related note: I was soooo looking forward to trying
Chanh mui (salty limeade) and Sinh To Bo (Avocado Shake) – but, thankfully, it dawned on me: unless I want a raging case of Traveler’s Diarrhea, I’d better think twice. (Is it too Ugly American to see if it can be made with bottled water? Probably!)

And, to end this food musing: I find it quite humorous that the Vietnamese word “
dê” means “goat”—‘cause that’s the middle name shared by my two younger sisters. I’ll add that to “Rana” (the name of my teenage friend back in the ‘hood) whose name means “frog” in Spanish…and “Papas” (my college friend’s maiden name) which is Spanish for “potatoes.” Ya never know…maybe someday I’ll hail The Cash Cab in New York, and all my useless trivia will come in handy….

Bon Appétit!
TwoLively

Happy Travelers

Sunday, January 8, 2012
Posted by Tootsie & TwoLively

And so it begins....

We are traveling in 3 different groups, on 3 different airlines: Continental, United, US Airways (we had to split it up, 'cuz that's the only way we could buy our tickets!):
          Group 1: The Travel Agent, Monte, & Co. (their son, her parents)
          Group 2: Oz and Glinda                              
          Group 3: MarcoPolo, TwoLively, and Tootsie      
  
As we began our journey, look who we ran into at our terminal!
Left to Right: TwoLively, MarcoPolo, Tootsie (can you say CHEEEEZE!) Back Row: Oz, Glinda
Looks like they will let just about anyone into the airport these days!
MarcoPolo got things off to a good start by sneaking up behind Glinda, and scaring the "fairy dust" out of her, as she was engrossed in reading her Kindle (probably a steamy romance novela) with a snoozin' Oz sprawled out on the dirty, disease-laden airport bench.

As we parted ways, TwoLively "fell victim to one of the classic blunders"... no NOT getting into a land war in Asia..... she said that her greatest fear for this trip is that since Groups 1 and 2 are scheduled to arrive in Vietnam an hour before our group, Group 3, that the other travelers would hide from us and we would think we are on our own! Well, the plot thickens....

I (Tootsie) called my mom, we'll call her Accomplice A, to let her know that we had arrived safely in Seattle. Groups 1 and 2 were to land in San Francisco at different times. Then, we would all meet in Tokyo, and board the same flight from Tokyo to Ho Chi Minh. Long story short.... the word on the street is that Group 1 (the most vital to the entire traveling brigade....native speaker....travel arrangements... you get the gist) have missed their flight out of Phoenix and cannot get out until tomorrow!

Well, being sleep depried and all, we totally believed it when Accomplice A (MY MOTHER who cannot tell a lie with a straight face to save her life) backed up the story and even said that my Dad (Accomplice B) is on his way to get Group 1 from Phoenix airport and take them home until tomorrow.

Meanwhile, the wheels began to turn within MarcoPolo's bald cranium. We are now convinced it's all a SHAM! We will admit: they got us, and they got us good! Now the best part will be the 20 hours we have to plot revenge.... sweet revenge. And as we all know, payback's a b!+(#  !!!!!!!!!!!!!!

--Tootsie (running on 3.5 hours of sleep and random airport food)

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TwoLively here:

Tootsie mentioned she was feelin' sleep-deprived. I just wanted to add that Oz and Glinda went to the airport straight from working the night-shift. MarcoPolo got about 4 hours of sleep, and I stayed awake all night, downloading stuff on the #$%! Kindle! (I fell asleep before the plane even left the tarmak--woke up disoriented, and wondered why the Food Service trucks were next to us in the air--all in the span of about 2 minutes. I tried to stay awake during the flight, but several times I nodded off--waking up with my mouth WIDE OPEN. How embarrassing!) Who knows about The Travel Agent and Monte's level of sleep deprivation; we don't believe anything about them anymore...

So, we are all running on empty...BUT...we are still in good spirits, and more importantly, we are still on speaking terms. We'll see how it goes after the next 12 hour leg of our trip (to Tokyo.)

Leg One: Phoenix to Seattle
Tootsie points at Seattle's snow (we learned that a few days later, Seattle was snowed in, and the city came to a halt!)
--TwoLively

A Realization, A Retraction, and Blogging in Vietnamese

Monday, January 9, 2012
Posted by Tootsie

Tootsie here again...

You know the old saying, "Fool me once, shame on you; fool me twice, shame on me"? Well this one's on us! Another long story short, moments before leaving Seattle for Tokyo, I got a call from Monte, who confirmed that Group #1 had in fact missed their plane by 5 minutes! (A worker at Continental Airlines knew NOTHING about code-sharing, and erroneously sent them to the code share airline...at the wrong end of the terminal!)

So I humbly retract our sass-mouthing, symbol cursing statements... Imaginations can run wild when you're exhausted! So now Groups 2 & 3 are together, and even survived a crazy bus ride.

And as I type this, everything but what I'm typing is in Vietnamese. Can you read this? Lol.

Greetings from Song Tien!

Monday, January 9, 2012
Posted by TwoLively


Here's the post I tried doing earlier, on the airplane (but I can't get the Kindle's internet connection to work...)

Leg Two: Seattle to Tokyo
Loooong flight (12 hours.) Downloaded all my music into Kindle...but didn't move it from "the Cloud" into the device, so I couldn't access it without internet. So, I stayed up all night in vain! Since I didn't have my own playlist, I had to listen to the Madonna channel...over and over. By the third loop, I couldn't take another round of La Isla Bonita! Wish I had packed GasX...'nuff said. On this flight, we crossed the International Date Line, and we were always following the sun, so our day never turned into night... Every time I opened the window, I expected to see it was dark outside, but it wasn't!

When we got off our flight (in Tokyo), I noticed a woman (from the airline) holding a sign with our name on it. Instead of the 3 hour layover we were expecting, we had about 15 minutes to make the connection. So, this woman raced us thru the airport...the opposite end of course! When we got there, we bumped into Oz and Glinda. (We assumed, but didn't know for sure that they'd be on the same flight.) Glinda was having passport issues (her passport was issued before she married Oz, so the name on her passport, and the name on her ticket didn't match up), and jammed up the line--so, our escort (can I call her that?) raced us to another section of the airport. We had issues because a) all six pieces of our checked luggage were put in just my name alone, and b) the date of our entry into Vietnam did not match (because they changed our flight to an earlier flight.) We had five Japanese ladies robotically typing into their computers, consulting their manuals, and trying to call anyone in support. Finally, our escort called someone herself...and told them whatever code it took to make it work. Luckily, the 15 minute delay ended up taking about 45 minutes (thank heavens!) and we literally walked up to the gate as everyone was boarding the plane. And, fortunately, Oz and Glinda made it too. Throughout our flight, we saw the empty row where Group 1 should've been sitting...

Leg Three: Tokyo to Ho Chi Minh
Six and one-half hour flight... As we mentioned earlier, we didn't have the 3 hour layover like we were expecting, and we wished we could've had that layover to walk around a bit, to stretch our legs. This flight (All Nippon) was extremely nice. There were built in entertainment systems for each seat -- FREE! There were movies (new releases, plus older movies, like "Field of Dreams" from 30 years ago!), video games (Tetris, Scrabble, Pong, Asteroids), music, etc.  They had cameras mounted on the plane, so as we took off and landed, we could see the pilot's view, and the ground beneath us. Nice...but sometimes ignorance is bliss. Unfortunately, we didn't notice the footrests until we were landing (but we know for the flight home.) 
MarcoPolo mocks TwoLively's gaming (I don't get that obsessed!)...bento box meal
Add your best caption: Tootsie discovers a spoon ???...Japanese characters on Sprite can
We exited the plane, then had to wait in customs to pay our entry visa. After we made it thru (the very last travelers!) we exited the terminal and were greeted by throngs of Vietnamese...maybe a crowd of 1000 people? It felt like we were celebrities, and they were our paparazzi! Scanning the crowd, I noticed one guy holding a sign with our name on it. It was our sister-in-law, The Travel Agent's brother. Thank heavens! It was such a relief to see a friendly, unfamiliar face. He helped us get in the shuttle, and we drove for a good hour + to our hotel. Our driver was very good...but driving in Vietnam is craaazy! The scooter people weave in and out like road lice. Horns honk nonstop! Our drive kept honking his horn at them, and about clipped a duo on a scooter, who didn't move over. Other drivers were using the dotted line in the road as a suggestion, not a firm guide. We've determined that the biggest vehicle on the road wins the driving game. We made it to our city...but I'm not actually sure what city we are in (Later: Song Tien, which is outside My Tho [pronounced "me ta"--the area where our sister-in-law is from.] It's about 1 1/2 hours to Ho Chi Minh, aka Sai Gon.)
When we got to our hotel (Song Tien Hotel), it was dark and locked up tight. Brother had to keep yelling for someone to wake up and let us in!

Our hotel is about 6 stories tall, and we're the only people here. Digger, Glinda & Tootie got bigger rooms (with Lucy & Ricky--single--beds)...while MarcoPolo and I got a smaller room, with a bigger bed. Another bonus is that our room has water that works, so we can flush our toilet and take a shower. The other rooms don't have water, and the hotel people have disappeared again. Our hotel room has water dripping from the ceiling, by the light fixture. So, we can take a shower...but we might be electrocuted!

It took us about 30 hours to travel to Vietnam. I'll type more later! --TwoLively

Trapped in the Elevator!

Tuesday, January 10, 2012
Posted by TwoLively


Glinda, prepared for every emergency, passes out water...MarcoPolo contemplates eating Tootsie
Glinda looks oh-so-pleased, Tootsie points at the posted 5 people limit
Yes, that's right...tonight we were TRAPPED in the elevator! When the sign says "max 5 people" -- it means small, teeny-tiny Vietnamese people -- not 5 American-sized people! As we were riding the elevator up to the sixth floor (actually the 7th floor, since the 2nd floor is counted as the 1st floor), MarcoPolo told us about his friend plummeting in a Mexican elevator--which made Glinda realize the lit sign had been saying sixth floor for awhile--and we realized we were stuck! We tried yelling for help. I should mention the elevator is about 1/2 the size of an American elevator...so we were pressed together tightly. What do you do, and who do you call for help? MarcoPolo called The Travel Agent's brother (who had just left our hotel, and was riding home on his scooter) but he didn't understand what his sister's crazy family was saying! A good 5-10 minutes later, we heard people tinkering on the other side of the door, and to our relief, two hotel workers managed to pull the doors open. Our elevator was about a foot lower than the sixth floor...but we stepped up and made it to safety. Oz accused us of causing these things to happen, just so we have something to blog about. (Later: we saw the sign said 425 kilograms max....so it must've been the weight of our bags that put us over. That's our story, and we're stickin' to it!)

Views from our hotel...
The Breakfast Bunch...Oz eating fish for breakfast...the river where Oz's fish was probably caught
(where we saw a man bathing...and another one pooping!)
This morning, we went to Dong Tam (Snake Zoo.) There were cobras, boa constrictors, vipers, ostriches, monkeys (chained to trees), and goats (with funny eyebrows.) In one cage, a monkey was eating a treat out of a plastic sandwich bag, with the juice box on the ground below him. And, let's just say there was "a little monkey business" goin' on in the Monkey House. Ahem. There were R.O.U.S.'s (Rodents of Unusual Size -- Princess Bride) seriously the size of small lions! The cages were close enough that you could stick your fingers thru the mesh bars. Clearly OSHA, PETA, and the Humane Society are not well-represented in this country. We also made friends with some cute lil' kids who kept saying "hello" to us. Glinda and Tootsie gave them some gum. We're either celebrities or freaks--and we may cause some scooter rubber-necking accidents before we leave! As we left the zoo, a lady ran over, waving a paper with vital information. The paper was written in Russian, and it was an advertisement for Snake Venom to treat baldness.
Snake wine...Monkey holding chain...on the bridge
Snake charmers: Oz, Marco & TwoLively, Glinda
Tootsie's toes...Marco & Oz sticking their hands inside the cage...Marco & Baldness Cure
ROU's...ostrich...monkey business mama
We ate a yummy lunch outside...and are getting ready to have a siesta for a few hours. Nap-time is popular here in Vietnam, which is fine by us! Later this afternoon, The Travel Agent's brother will come back for us, and take us on another adventure. We will upload some pictures tonight...and add pictures to previous posts, too.

Oh yeah: the water was fixed in the other hotel rooms. The maintenance worker had to go though our bathrooms ceiling in order to get to their rooms--which was funny because their rooms are across the hall and down a few doors. He must've fixed our leaking water while he was at it, because when we returned our bathroom floor was dry. So we should be able to bathe without elecrocution. I hope it doesn't sound like our hotel is a dump, because it is really clean (just a little run down.) And for only $20.50 (we don't know if that is the cost for one night--or both nights? Breakfast included.) you can't beat the price! The city we are in is called Song Tien. (Update: I guess the water isn't really fixed in the other rooms afterall, so everyone will shower in our room. And, our light doesn't leak water...however, now water runs down our bathroom wall, which makes our toilet paper sopping wet.)

LATE AFTERNOON:
We went to a Vinh Trang Pagoda, which is a Buddist Temple, with possibly the biggest, happiest Budda ever! The building had intricate carvings, with incence burning everywhere (hate that smelly stuff!)
Happy Budda...standing by Budda (for scale)Buddist Temple
Offering...Graves...headstone
Afterward, we went to Co-Op, which is a grocery/department store. We noticed a group of about 4 teenage girls spying on us. When they realized we saw them, they hid--but we kept noticing them peeking at us. I (TwoLively) tried to find a pair of flip-flops, but the largest size marked was 8...which was more like a 6! I'm 5'7" and tower over even the men (they come to my shoulder level), so logically their feet would be tiny, too.

This evening we are going to walk down the street in search of a restaurant. Hopefully we won't get lost!

EVENING:
We took a left, instead of a right...stopped at a few restaurants that weren't really restaurants (Bars? Oz did a great pantomime of opening a menu and eating food, but it didn't translate well. I said "Pho" and they understand we were talkin' about food, which they didn't have.) We finally found the restaurant NEXT DOOR to our hotel. Yes, we completely walked in a big ol' circle--but MarcoPolo, our trusty navigator, insists we weren't ever lost! Along our route, the sidewalk was rough and uneven--plus it was dark--and Glinda tumbled on the gray brick road (she twisted her ankle for the 2nd time today.) Every time we crossed the street it felt like we were playing a game of human Frogger with the moped maniacs. At the restaurant, we were the only customers (Later: Hello! Ominous sign.) We all ordered different items on the menu, and when the food came, the puzzling thing was we couldn't tell it apart. Three ordered beef...yet only one entree looked beef-ish...and with tortoise, frog, snake and eel on the menu, it's anyone's guess, really! We gave up trying to figure who's food was whose, and just dug in family style. I must mention that this was a rice-free meal because I accidentally sent the rice from our table. Here's what happened: a mosquito was buzzing by my drink, so I instinctively shooshed it away...at the exact moment the waitress was setting the rice on the table. Thinking I was waving her away, our waitress got a funny look on her face, and scurried off with the rice. Ay-yi-yi! At the end of the meal, MarcoPolo pointed out food remnants (not his) on his chopstick...seriously dry-heaving just thinkin' about it again. At a nearby shop, I found some man-sized flip-flops, and bought them for 60,000 dong (about $3.00) Who knows? Maybe they really are man shoes...but Tootsie bought an identical pair, so we can be manly odd-balls together! Tomorrow afternoon The Travel Agent & Montezuma Revenge will arrive...yay! (We never thought we'd cheer for Montezuma's Revenge...)   
Our walk...Russian-Roulette mystery food...Sopping wet toilet paper (at least our bathroom has water!)
Tootsie and Glinda ended the day with not-so-gentle foot massages (tender-footed Tootsie is still recovering from hers!) The masseuse used some sort of sharp pressure-point tool...ouch!

-- TwoLively

3 AM Jetlag

Wednesday, January 11, 2012
Posted by TwoLively

 
It's 3 AM, and I have been awake for a few hours. So, here are some random pictures from yesterday:

1. When you convert dollars into dong, you're an instant millionaire!
2. Our group going into the Snake Zoo.
3. Our group eating lunch at Loc Pho restaurant.
4. The mystery dessert The Travel Agent's Brother bought us. It was a huge fried ball, filled with air. On the inside, on the bottom, there was a glob of sticky goo that looked like melted mozarella cheese. We are assuming it was some sort of rice-based dessert. It looked like it should've been coated with cinnamon sugar--but it wasn't. (Later: The Travel Agent confirmed it was a rice dessert. Can't remember the name though!) 
5. & 6. Tootsie's colorized nature pictures
7. 8. 9. Meaningful Names.

--TwoLively

A Three Hour Tour...

Wednesday, January 11, 2012
Posted by Tootsie & TwoLively

Just sit right back and you'll hear a tale, a tale of a fateful trip.... No, that was YESTERDAY's story. Today was markedly more adventurous and/or treacherous but surprisingly, this group has yet again lived to tell the tale.

Today started with another dubious breakfast. The first day, we ordered orange juice...and got some kind of Tang-ish substance WITH ice cubes. Today, TwoLively thought she'd pick a safer option--milk--and wouldn't you know it, the milk came WITH ice! (...and gritty, granulated sugar!)
But, before anyone back home starts to worry about Traveler's Diarrhea, please note that The Travel Agent is now here. Yippee!

MORNING: Today's excursion was touring Thoi Son Island. We went on a Mekong River boat tour of four islands in the Upper Mekong River. The Mekong River has a lot of sand barges that dredge up silt, which is used for building. The boats have two eyes on the front, which watches the waves and protects the boats. The names of the islands and their traditional symbology are: Unicorn - Intelligence, Dragon - Power, Tortoise - Longevity, Phoenix - Beauty of the Women. We learned that Mai flowers bloom especially for Tet (New Years.) The grower picks the leaves off, cuts the water, fertilizes, etc. and can control it so that it blooms EXACTLY on New Years Day (and lasts for 3-4 days.)

While on Unicorn Island, we braved the buzz and held honeycombs loaded with bees and sampled some of the goods from the local honey company. We sampled herbal Jasmine tea (made to a weak strength) with a good dollop of honey, a squeeze from a sour orange, and a sprinkling of bee pollen on top--surprisingly good.

We did some souvenir shopping, Then we saw a Vietnamese Moonshine set-up, and Oz tried the Moonshine Wine (which he said tasted nothing like wine. The guide said it was more like whisky.) We saw a place where they made coconut candy--and the husks of coconut were burned to fuel the wood stoves.
Rooster cage...fruit trees...boats (see the eyes?)...red bamboo...shopping...island kids playing in trees...
candy makin'...wine tastin'
After all our walking around, we were rewarded with a fruit tasting. We ate grapefruit (sweet, not sour), Jackfruit, Hairy Cherries, Mother's Milk (what a name!), and a few others. Yummy!
Tootsie biting the outside layer off the Hairy Cherries...MarcoPolo's Hairy Cherry Eyeballs
While we ate, we were serenaded by some young Vietnamese girls, singing traditional songs.

For their finale, they sang the song, "If You're Happy and You Know It..." in English--and we were supposed to sing along. We didn't expect, however, that the last verse would be: "If you're happy and you know it, squint yo' eye..."

Afterward, we got into little canoes--called paddle boats. After MarcoPolo stepped into the boat already containing Glinda and TwoLively, and it nearly submerged, our island tour guide kindly told him, "Not for you Big Baby Boy." She gestured and summoned another boat, while simultaneously calling/ordering "Skinny Man" (aka Oz) to climb aboard the first boat, right in front. (Obviously they had not factored in our American "girth"...) Tootsie clambered into Boat 2, joining Marco and our island tour guide.

Imagine Times Square during rush hour... in a murky ditch...surrounded by jungle. We were experiencing a real-life Disney "The Jungle Tour" (except there were no safety precautions; you really could fall into the water and drown! We can swim--so maybe that's a tad bit dramatic--at the very least, you'd get a mouthful of river germs, which would most likely give you Monte's Revenge...or a mysterious disease that made you wish you really had drown!) It was low-tide, which made the river narrower, bringing everyone that.much.closer. Some boats literally had to turn slightly sideways for our boats to fit through the madness! When they tell you to keep your hands and feet INSIDE the boat... it's for a darn good reason. Suffice it to say, the Vietnamese are as reckless with their canoes as they are with their mopeds! Our boat paddlers scraped against other canoes, and we set off.

Boat 2's driver was a feisty little man, who had no reservations about scolding anyone who got into his way. The island tour guide kept her hands firmly embraced around MarcoPolo (aka Baby Boy)'s love handles. Meanwhile in the front of that same boat, Tootsie, oblivious to the spooning going on behind her, was repeatedly ordered to stand up to take "beautiful pictures"of the river ahead. Tootsie just about dog piled the poor boat driver, but did make it to the standing position. Marco, still being embraced by the gentle touch of the tour guide, took a picture of Tootsie standing up, but since Marco was only a foot from Tootsie's backside and was looking up at it... that flattering shot won't be posted anytime soon!

Totally Random and Awesome Info: We passed an island where the resident's religion is coconut! Seriously...COCONUT! We like to call them the "Coconut Cult." They eat nothing but coconut, drink nothing but coconut milk, bathe in coconut water, use the coconut husk for fuel, and have temples dedicated to the coconut. But from our view, the temples looked suspiciously like State Fair wannabe roller coasters. Even the tour guide thought a religion about coconuts was well...just plain NUTS! You could say these people are "CooCoo for Coconuts"!
Temple...or Amusement Park?...you be the judge!
MarcoPolo and TwoLively were continually ordered/admonished by the island tour guide to "Take a picture of this.... Take a picture of that..." as we were driven through a small village. We saw everything: a bamboo playpen with a small child inside, two babies "rocking" in hammocks, rice papers drying in the sun, and small random scruffy dogs.
Karen Carpenter...
Next-to-Last-Row (right side): Rice paper drying in the sun
Last picture: Tootsie apologizes to Karen for our "American girth."
Earlier in our tour, The Travel Agent's Brother left our Island Tour, so he could head to the airport to pick up The Travel Agent & Co.  So...we were on our own! After the tour, we walked down the street until we found a hotel we could eat at. Every one's menu had a different price list--and, after we ordered, the waitress came back with new prices listed for Oz and Tootsie. This meal was much better than last night's...but, still. TwoLively ordered coconut shrimp, which was basically grilled shrimp, with no coconut, no sauce. Oz initially ordered crab, but due to the price increase settled for frog torsos and legs (and Tootsie even tried it, although she made Oz debone it first.) YUCK!
Frog legs
After we ate, we hailed a taxi back to our hotel. Much to our surprise, we were literally around the corner and down the block from our hotel...not in another city like we expected! So the taxi ride lasted about 2 minutes tops. We felt a little embarrassed and lazy to ride the taxi for such a short, walkable distance.

We are anxious for The Travel Agent to get here -- but feel proud that we've made it thus far! Of course, The Travel Agent's Brother has been a HUGE help! We are going to meet The Travel Agent's family in just a little bit. We will call this adventure "Meet the Pho-kers"--but with an awesome Asian twist!

EVENING: We met The Travel Agent's family. We went to the Grandma's house first, then moved on to Mother's house. The distance between the house was probably 1/2 mile, but the path was very narrow, so the van couldn't drive the distance. So, part of our group was shuttled on scooters, while the other half walked fast (so they wouldn't be shuttled on scooters...ha ha.) We ate Pho, eggrolls, and a few other dishes. We set up Wii, and the Just Dance games. Our little nephew had a hard time adjusting to all the changes--a 1 1/2 day plane trip, a new country, different environment. In the kitchen, a ceiling tile was being repaired, and the missing tile bothered him!   
Monte and Co...bug on wall...MarcoPolo lends a listening ear
Moment of Brilliance: At dinner, we added hot peppers to our Pho--but they were beyond hot. They were more like hellaciously-inferno-scorching-hot. I (TwoLively) picked my peppers out, and absent-mindedly rubbed my right eye. Instant fire eye! I couldn't see, and tears were running down my face. Thankfully, Glinda gave me a Wet Wipe for my fingers, and some eyedrops for my eye. She stocks an entire CVS pharmacy in her duffel bag! She even mentioned she had GasX...which had I known, would've made my flight (and for those sitting nearby ;) that much better!

After we ate, we headed back to Grandma's house (where Taxi Drivin' Uncle would give us a ride back to the hotel)...and gosh-darn-it...wouldn't you know it, we ALL got scooter rides. Racing along a moonlit path, weaving to avoid potholes...THRILLING! While we waited for the last two--MarcoPolo and Oz--to arrive, Tootsie had a gastric distress moment (The Travel Agent wasn't there, either...because she was staying the night at her Mom's house.) Unfortunately, we could not communicate to Grandma that she needed to use the toilet. We tried to get her to do the universal potty-dance (mainly for our enjoyment)--but her pride wouldn't dictate it. Then, Marco and Oz were so incredibly late coming back, that we worried that something happened. And here's what happened: Oz was doin' a little Vietnamese Fear Factor...sampling the Vietnamese version of balut (fertilized duck egg) to the amazement and delight of The Tour Guide's family. Oh yes, that video will be forthcoming.

Impressing the Locals (or What We Like to Call It: Showing Off)

Ladies and Gentlemen: without further adieu, we give you....
Fear Factor: Vietnamese Style


At 2:39 in the clip, Oz almost tossed his cookies because The Travel Agent pointed out that he was eating the lil' chickie's head!

Happy Birthday, Bo Boy!

Thursday, January 12, 2012
Posted by TwoLively

HAPPY BIRTHDAY
It's our patriarch's birthday today...although at this very moment back home, it's still yesterday, his birthday eve. So, this is a Back-to-the-Future moment right now. We're here to tell ya...in the future (tomorrow)...your day is a great one! Happy Birthday from all of us wacky travelers!
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SKYPE BIZ'NESS
We think the problem is on your end...thank you Cox (cutting in and out.) We will try again tomorrow night, around 6:00ish your time. If we get it going, we'll have G&G call your house, the same as today!

Miss you E, R, M! (youngest to oldest--not in order of favorites, ha ha!)

Mom
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MORNING:
Today (Thursday?) we started off with a leisurely breakfast. In a few minutes, we're going to start our official Bus Tour. We'll be headed to Vung Tau City...the home of Giant Jesus (a statue.) We'll be doin' a little swimming at the beach, too. (I look forward to this as much as one can look forward to, oh, say a gynecological exam. Wearing a swimsuit in public...legs so white they could flash morse code back to the States...oh my!)

See ya later!

The Wheels on the Bus Go 'Round and 'Round...

Thursday, January 12, 2012
Posted by TwoLively

As MarcoPolo wisely stated, "even a broken clock is right at least twice a day." Along that same vein, today finally IS Thursday, so good job, welcome mat... 
Welcome...to The Elevator of Death! We see this mat every day...
BUS TOUR BEGINSJust so you know: we ride in a limo, 'cause we're classy like that (it's a 24-passenger bus with the word "limousine" on the front. The seat covers say "Hyundai"...so there you go!) Here's a picture of our sweet ride: 
Our driver, Hai. (Later: We dub him "Cousin"--when we finally realized he'd elbowed his way into our family unit.)
We traveled about 3 1/2 - 4 hours today, to the city of Vung Tau. Our journey wasn't particularly long mileage wise...just long time-wise (due to the potholes in the roads.) Halfway into our drive, we made a potty pitstop, and encountered:
                                                                   SQUAT TOILETS!

Tootsie said I can chalk that off my Bucket List--but she's wrong on so many levels. First off, I could've gone my entire life WITHOUT trying one of these things...and, secondly, if a potty makes it to your Bucket List, what a sad commentary on your life, right?

Before we embarked on our journey, MarcoPolo erroneously told me we were heading straight to the beach, and I should wear my bathing suit under my clothes. I wear a one-piece bathing suit, and when you're in a hurry, it's basically the equivalent of wearing chainmail. When I stepped into the Squat Toilet, the entire floor was wet--and, since I'm a germ-freak, I started dry-heaving. MarcoPolo (in the adjacent restroom) heard my gagging, and said, "I recognize that retching; that's my wife!" BTW: I later realized that it WASN'T urine all over the floor; it was water spillage from washing down the squat toilet. (I think? I hope!)

I ended up stripping off (not an easy feat when you can't step directly on the floor.) As I stood -- nekked -- in the stall, I realized that (minus Montezuma's Revenge) I was "The Fair Lady" (my aunt's friend...whose diarrhea explosion caused her to be naked in the bathroom stall at the County Fair...) Once again, Glinda saved the day for us with her emergency roll of toilet paper! That girl carries EVERYTHING in her bag of goodness. She also gave me some hand-sanitizer, and since I use a lot of hand-sanitizer, my husband, MarcoPolo looked at me and said, "I think you're an alcoholic..." So true.

We passed a kem (ice-cream) stand. MarcoPolo was jonesing for some ice-cream, so we pulled Emergency Exit over, and piled out. The texture of kem is like ice-milk...kinda grainy...not creamy...not the same as American ice-cream, by any means!
I scream, you scream, we all scream for...kem?
We had lunch at a fancy-pants seaside resort, and sat so close to the water that we could feel the spray of the ocean. Avocado Smoothies were on the menu...and my sister-in-law checked and they used filtered water...but when I tried to order it, I found out they didn't have it!  Disappointing! (But actually, it's probably not as disappointing as an avocado smoothie would really be...) Later, we walked the length of the beach, which was about a mile or so. There were tons of pretty shells...toothbrushes...dead rats...and even a few sandwich bags which appeared to contain herbs that aren't even legal in Vietnam (We've seen episodes of "Locked Up Abroad," so we weren't about to check it out in detail!)
Budda...Roadside Ice-Cream Vendor...Lunch...Hotel View..."Mystery" Bag...
Cousin... Soda Vendor...Dredging for Mussels...Sister, Travel Agent, Montezuma, Brother, MarcoPolo--and Cousin!
(LATER: This was Cousin's first family photo. Yay! Looking back, we should've seen the handwriting on the wall... Yes, it WAS strange that the Bus Driver was in our photos...and it WAS odd that he went everywhere we went...but who noticed at the time? We think Cousin had fun on his vacation!)
On our beach walk, Glinda stepped on a Portugese-Man-of-War (jellyfish.) We all took turns peeing on Glinda, to neutralize the poision -- okay, not really. She DID step on it...but she wasn't hurt. In fact, she hadn't even realized she had stepped on it until Tootsie pointed it out...


Tootsie and Marco (driftwood boulder)...Group...a nomadic Bedouin?--or Oz
Oz and Glinda...Tootsie...TwoLively (rockin' the 80s hair) and MarcoPolo (rockin' a faux stump)--and notice the Bedouin (Oz) in the background!
At dinner, I (TwoLively) proved that I'm still only ready for my chopstick permit, not my chopstick license. While attempting to score a piece of meat from my plate, in a "Pretty Woman escargot kind of way" (2:17), I flipped the meat into the air with my right hand...then caught it with my left hand. It was a fluke...but let me tell ya, it was pretty dang acrobatic, and I impressed myself. Tootsie happened to witness the event, so she turned her head to the other side, so she wouldn't spray her soup...just in time to see Glinda accidentally dip her elbow in her soup. No wonder Americans stand out...
Chopsticks...Dragon Fruit (tastes like a kiwi that's fallen in the sand)
On the walk home, Montezuma was offered some "smoke, smoke, mary wanna" as we walked past some shady characters on scooters by the alley. But why pay for it, when you can get the salty beach version for free?

In the evening, we met up with the Travel Agent's *real* Cousin's Husband (her cousin was at home, hugely pregnant with her first child), and took our Limo on a joyride, checking out the local hotspots--which, in this town, are kem (ice-cream) stands and karaoke bars. We found ourselves sampling Durian ice-cream, while watching pedestrians play Frogger (never get tired of that!) and listening to a live band perform cover songs ranging from the Eagles to Ricky Martin. We called it an early night because in the morning we are making the pilgrimage up the mountain to visit Giant Jesus (a statue.)
Durian Ice-Cream...karaoke...lit sky tram...microscopic Matchbox truck (barely taller than the car to the right)

Friday the 13th

Friday, January 13, 2012
Posted by Tootsie & TwoLively

Somewhere along our travels, we lost track of the day of the week. We pieced together that today was Friday...as in Friday the 13th! We asked if that superstition existed in Vietnam, and our driver related that a few years ago a bus (like ours) with 13 people on it, crashed on Friday the 13th--and there was only one survivor. (Reminiscent of the Large Marge story...) We gasped, and did a quick head-count...and were pleased to realize we had 10 people aboard. Whew!
Urban Legends...not just for Americans!
As we were driving along, we noticed a funeral procession (we saw one a few days earlier and thought it was a New Years float.) Funerals are considered "good luck" in Vietnam (except if you're the unlucky guest of honor.) Driving a bit further, we saw a wedding (which looks crazy-similar to a funeral), which upset The Travel Agent, since weddings are bad luck. Fortunately, as fate would have it, we happened upon yet another funeral procession, and luck was on our side once more (but not for Tootsie...read the next post about her unlucky experience with non-toilet toilets.)
Funeral procession...
Today's travel time was supposed to take half the time of yesterday's trip... Instead, it was about 5-6 hours of washboard road fun! Tootsie remarked, "I didn't know there was going to be some mild bull riding." There was no rest for the weary; anyone trying to lay their head against the window to catch a few zzzz's, risked injury due to either blunt force trauma or shaken-baby-syndrome. We discovered that when our driver, Cousin, says "another hour" he really means another three hours or so!

Previously, we failed to mention that we've named our bus "Cu'a Thoat Hiem" -- the exotic name printed on our bus windows. We felt rather clever and proud, until we asked The Travel Agent, "What does it mean?" She laughed and told us: "Emergency Exit." So, there ya have it folks. We will be crusin' down the rough highway in our trusty friend, Emergency Exit (because that name is just plain funny!)  
Emergency Exit
Today we had "a comin' to Jesus..." Quite literally. Vung Tau is home of "Christ of Vung Tau" aka by the locals as "Giant Jesus." It's a HUUUGE statue! We slapped on our hiking shoes and off we went. The steps were either extremely close together, or wide apart--an uncomfortable gait, not made for the American stride. About 100 steps into the excursion, TwoLively said, "I don't think I can make it..." and Tootsie replied, "Good thing we are with Him, through whom all things are possible." That opened up inserting every corny, religious-based quip into the conversation that we could think of, like: "I never said it would be easy, I only said it would be worth it," and "Endure to the end." Halfway through the hike, we stopped for a water break, and we noticed there was a statue of Jesus with the Woman at the Well. It made us think of the scripture, "Drink of this everlasting water, and ye shall thirst no more." Somebody (MarcoPolo!) had the clever idea of giving Jesus a bottle of water to offer the Woman. We huffed and puffed, but we ALL made it to the top--817 steps--and we're happy to report, "There were no empty chairs at our table."

For those over-achievers who wanted to go the extra mile, there was another set of stairs inside of Giant Jesus (leading to the shoulder area.) Half of our group decided to go inside (Oz, TwoLively, Tootsie, Brother, Monte) and the other half decided to be lazy slackers (Glinda, MarcoPolo, Sister, The Travel Agent.) The stairwell had marble steps, short ceilings, and narrow passageways. The spirals seemed to be neverending--and when we finally reached the end, Tootsie exclaimed, "Thank you sweeeet Baby (Giant) Jesus!" (a movie reference to Talledega Nights.) The view was spectacular!
(Notice the water bottle?--Smack dab in Row 2)
After Giant Jesus, we toured a Fish Sauce Factory. We would include pictures, but the freakishly tall, gangly guard told The Travel Agent, "no cameras allowed." Apparantly, letting fish sauce spoil outdoors is a top-secret process, and they don't want anyone stealing their trade secrets. About a minute into the tour, Tootsie couldn't handle the intense aroma, and bailed out of the tour (remember she had the "tender stomach" aka "Monte's Revenge"/car sickness goin' on.) As she tried to exit, she was corralled into the unairconditioned gift shop that was attached to the factory, that smelled equally bad. To top it off, the same Vietnamese song blared over and over the loudspeakers (at least she thought it was the same song?) She kept pacing, desperately trying to find an escape route--while dodging a Fish Factory Attendant who followed at her shoulder, continually tapping and grunting, "Eh, eh?" while gesturing to dried squid and other delectables. Tootsie managed to escape, but the gangling guard hunted her down, and made her return to the gift shop of seafood horrors.

Meanwhile, back on the Tour, the rest of the gang speculated that perhaps no cameras were allowed due to the numerous health code violations that were noted. If you love fish sauce, here's where you stop reading.

The Fish Sauce pureed muck is placed in blue plastic barrels, uncovered, out in the open sun. It turns from ground-fish-brown to a rather strange purple color. Curiously, we noted there were no flies around. Perhaps it was due to the rancid stench--so bad that even flies didn't want to stick around? Oh, no. The tour guide told The Travel Agent, with great pride, that the factory sprays heavy-duty pesticides, which kills all the flies. We won't even consider the thought of this leeching out of the ground, and into the barrels... Another interesting thing we noted was the stagnant waste: a thick, visceral sludge juice, pooled in the next area...literally adjacent to the fish sauce. Kudos, however, to the woman at the sample station who donned a pair of food-handlers gloves before offering the samples. We tried pieces of fish dipped in Fish Sauce; it looked like crunchy, fried fish, but to our dismay it was jerky-ish...oddly chewy...not the best texture. But we politely gulped it down (and didn't ask for more!)

MarcoPolo wisely remarked that like Westerners, all tours end in gift shops...winding, never-ending giftshops. As we navigated the giftshop maze, we were trailed by the same Fish Factory Attendant, who tapped us with, "Eh, eh?" and pointed out heaping piles of dried fish something-or-others (previously declined by Tootsie.)

The last activity was Sand Sledding -- but like The Real World, this is the part when people "stop being polite, and start getting real." Since most of the travelers didn't participate in this event (leaving it on The Bucket List) it's a sore subject...'nuff said.
Red Sand Dunes...Sand sledders a few sand hills away...
Tomorrow's activity will be a Family Mud Bath, which hopefully will not be as creepy as it sounds.

Lunch: Oz's fish! Notice the stack of Wet Wipes on the table: most restaurants offer them--and, as we discovered, charge extra for them--so, we've stopped using them!

The Crème de la Crème of Fun...

Friday, January 13, 2012
Posted by Tootsie

Just for fun, who can guess the best experience one can have while on the road in a developing country? As many of you know, my tummy and I don't always agree. We had already been traveling over pot-filled laden, scooter infested, wash-board roads and my tummy had HAD it! I finally decided to sit in the very front of the bus, next to the driver in hopes of easing the nausea from the consistent tossing and turning in the very back (where I had been previously).

We arrived at the sand dunes for some sand sliding when what I thought was mild fried rice mixed with the motion sickness and it all caught up with me. Since the rest of our group had started up the dunes, I was left to the mercy of The Travel Agent's Sister. She asked the lady who owned the store we parked in front of if she had a toilet I could use. This lady looked at me like we had asked for her first born and reluctantly told Sister where to take me. This was the equivalent of an alley way with 4 stalls, and I use the term stall quite loosely here, all with makeshift doors. I'm already thinking that this was not going to end well and then I opened the first "door." All that was inside were two bricks and the floor, with a small hole in the corner wall.

You know, it's kind of interesting what looks great to you when you're in a bad way... "Door" number 3 had the actual squat toilet. What a relief! But seriously, who is relieved to see a squat toilet? I hunkered down, was even able to keep my pants on this time, and was also relieved when Sister brought me some toilet paper. It wasn't until later that I found out Sister had to pay 13,000 dong (approx 62 cents) for me to use the toilet and toilet paper! It was worth it in the end, and I even think I've come that much closer to having the thigh muscles to support a good squatting position... Must be due to the bajillion stairs we took up to Giant Jesus today.

LATER: Montezuma happened to nonchalantly mention that a few shops down there WAS a public W.C. (Water Closet -- bathroom!) with real toilets, and running water...but probably not toilet paper! Thanks for the untimely-tip, Monte!

--Tootsie (not Tootie, as previously featured in a typo!)
Since this awkward gem wasn't documented in the blog yet, we thought we'd add it since it somewhat relates to the topic...

Good Morning, Vietnam!

Saturday, January 14, 2012
Posted by TwoLively

We spent the night at a resort in Phan Thiet (near the sand dunes.) The Travel Agent was not happy with this resort, since they didn't give our bus driver free lodging (a customary nicety reciprocated to the driver in exchange for bringing guests to their establishment.) Our entire front wall was basically a window, with a huge curtain to block out the outside world (we hope!) At midnight, we had some drunk Russians (this is a Russian tourist town; they like to travel here for weekend getaways) sit outside our door, and talk/laugh loudly.

Random Musings:The last two hotels we've stayed at have had tile floors, and mysterious spray hoses near the toilet. We thought it was a primitive bidet...but those that tried it, said it power-sprayed with force (and I'll trust their word...!) So now we're thinking they are sprayers for cleaning the bathroom??? The weather here is surprisingly beautiful. It's mid-eighties (?) but there's always a breeze. I thought the humidity would be worse than Hawaii--but it's not. Anyway, we are going to enjoy breakfast (outdoors, under a ramada) and then we'll be boarding Emergency Exit. I'm afraid to ask how long the drive is today...
--TwoLively

LATER:
The drive was about 7 hours, but we stopped at the White Sand Dunes, so maybe the drive was really around 5 hours? Along the way, we passed an area that was known for raising lizards, and we passed the first established military base in the Vietnam War (it's still in use; the Bus Driver's nephew trained to be a pilot there.) It's taking longer to reach our destinations than The Travel Agent planned--which stresses her out because it cut into our sight-seeing time. We weren't able to do Mud Baths today. But we don't care; everything is beautiful, and we're having sooo much fun! Even though we tried rigging up an anti-nausea band (using a bandaid and a fruity Breath Saver), the drive made Tootsie car sick (yet again!) 


At the White Sand Dunes, Oz had the ride-of-his-life on an ostrich. (I hope somebody caught it on video!)

Here are more shots of our group (MarcoPolo jokingly threw his arm around The Travel Agent's Sister, and it kind of freaked her out!)

We tried to take a jeep ride, but as we were loading up, the guys changed the price--so The Travel Agent walked (she's a bitty thing, but she takes no bull.) While The Group strolled around a lake, MarcoPolo and myself (TwoLively) went on a quad ride, which was 200,000 dong + 100,000 tip per person.


I haven't downloaded anyone else's pictures, so you can't see that our quad driver were very young teenage boys. Before we started off, The Travel Agent told my driver 3x that I didn't want to go fast. Sweet-mother-of-pearl, if that was a "slow ride", I'd hate to see fast! There was one sand dune that was The Grand Kahuna of dunes, every time he got near it, I'd start thinking, "not that one...not that one.." But, yes, eventually we did "that one." To top off my terror, there was a sheer drop off on some of the sand dunes...and I'm afraid of heights...and of falling to my death, too! On the exhilirating ride, my sunglasses blew off, but MarcoPolo's eagle-eyed driver spotted them and retrieved them. Our quad drivers stopped a few times to take our pictures. MarcoPolo's driver even ran off, and came back with his-and-her tree branches to hold for props. Thankfully we didn't "kick the bucket" and lived to cross this off our Bucket List. (Shoutout to my sand-duning friend, LeAnne: Are you crazy?)
Rice cakes that actually taste good, Cambodian 500 year old monument ruins, Vietnam War US military base

We ended up in the city of Nha Trang, which has been voted the most beautiful beach in the world. When we arrived, it was raining, which further disappointed The Travel Agent. However, we love rain, too! We're staying at a resort, and our room overlooks the beach, and has a balcony. Tootsie scored the sweetest room: it's the end room, so it has views from two sides! Montezuma ended up with the worst room: the view overlooks the roof of a restaurant. I wanted to point out a few interesting things. In Vietnam, in order to have electricity in your hotel room, you have to insert your key into a outlet on the wall. So, whenever you leave your room, your power shuts off...and. since MarcoPolo likes his room ice-cold, we've had to rig it. Also, the door to our room is opaque glass. At night-time, when our room is lit up, I'd rather not be a silhouette, so I try to block it. Everyone in our group got Ricky & Lucy beds--except the single lady, Tootsie, who got a HUGE bed! The best way to describe our beds is "bento boxes" 'cause they are really small. These beds aren't as long or wide as a twin bed (and our blanket is narrow, not even the width of the bed...it's more like a towel!)

Our Bus Driver wanted to guide us to a restaurant that served Western food. As Tootsie puts it, he marched us up the beach. Not "walked"..."marched"! We marched a good mile, in the pouring rain, and then we marched back, and he dropped us off at The Louisianne Brewhouse. Everyone was happy with the food. MarcoPolo and Monte had pizza that looked AND tasted like pizza! Tootsie had real mashed potatoes. And TwoLively's fish didn't have a head or tail. Glinda was happy with mint and chip ice cream. Oz was happy, since his beer was dirt-cheap AND tasty! Double-score!

We browsed in the shops on our way back, then part of our group went out for drinks, and part went back to their rooms. Directly under our room was a stage, so we stood on our balcony and watched break dancers spin in the rain (gives new meaning to "break" dancing.)
Emergency Exit (which the hotel makes us park on the sidewalk) / Happy New Year banner / Break Dancers