Rain in my Face - Hoi An, Vietnam
The title says it all and it rained. It dumped. It drowned the rats, not complaining. Soaked my shoes. It was great. Only thing was that the first place only provided us adult sized bikes to explore the city and i happened to be the one to bike Eli or Lucy around. Sometimes i minded the extra passenger because the tourists were everywhere and maneuvering around though in the crowds and wet sidewalks was a little difficult.
Hoi An was mostly a tourist city. Lots and lots of leather stores and patterned clothing. The photos above do not feature rain in case you're wondering if i was kidding. I 'kid' about lots of stuff but a normal person would not pull out their camera to snap shots of downpour. My friends would say that i'm NOT normal for some reason. I just enjoy stealing their phones to snap shots of the sky when it pours then relentlessly asking them to send them back to me. Sorry but the sky looks beautiful when it rains.
As i was saying, the city has a lot of tailoring shops and clothing stores, cute buildings and colours. It sounds like a lovely place to visit and i did have a nice time. But there isn't a certain significance to this city that truly left a mark in my aging memory.
We stayed in 2 different places. One is called the Flamingo Villa and the other one was Ocean-something, i don't really know but i'll call it Fly Festival because there was too many flies there. The reason was because it used to be a Shrimp Market surprisingly enough, it wasn't too stinky and it rained 100% of the time we stayed there.
One time we stumbled across this silk farm because i thought it seemed like a fun route to bike along this stoned path behind a parkade. It seemed really inviting before a guard came by and shouted something in Vietnamese. Since i felt bad, i decided to tag along (with my family ahead of me this time) and i actually learned about something! That's all the silk worms do. Eat, Sleep, Turn into a cocoon and DIE. Seriously.
On that tour, we saw some people weaving silk with ENORMOUS skill. I cannot explain the process of the weaving and i won't try to because it will only fall short of the true explanation and insult the weavers. Sorry. Buuuut, here are some photos!
We watched the process of removing the silk from the cocoons in hot water and more machine weaving. And my eyes gazed upon my very first wriggling SILK WORM! Gross but slightly amusing. All they did was eat.
At the end of the tour, they gave us a sort of berry juice. It was delicious. Not silk worm juice mind you. Don't worry about our health.
I tried to find a cute bag or purse at the leather shops and they all smell, feel and look like leather. The only thing is that every 2 to 3 shops are selling leather. Hmmm, something's fishyyy. It probably not all real leather and even if i bought one, i would have to ship it back to Regina. So if i come strolling around town with my sister's princess bag don't be judgmental. You can always imagine a slaying crossbody bag coming in hot from Vietnam. Or maybe...
See? I told you Hoi An was a short blog. Exactly how i described it in my intro. short, sweet but this time i'll add silky. And the photo of us in a train was not really this peaceful. I was doing math and was seething. Math is not fun.
If you read my mom's blog you might be familiar with the "photo-uploading-frenzy-okay-time-to-stop-posting-photos-but-i-really-love-seeing-your-adventures-and-amazing-feed" style. I don't think that i need an educational warning but maybe if you dislike streams of photos? If you want, you can go read about BBC news or Teen Vogue magazines. I would advise to read my blog. It's much more interesting. But Teen Vogue isn't a terrible magazine. Okay bye :)