The other day Kris and I went for a motorbike tour in Hue, each with our own Vietnamese drive. The tour was awesome and we got to see some lovely pagodas, tombs and temples. Unfortunately it was about 95 degrees out and the tour ended around noon, when it was the hottest. We recovered in the cafe where we booked the tour, Cafe on Thu Wheels, the owner's name is Thu (pronounced two) and sits with each visitor to her cafe to offer travel advice. It was a welcome service in coming to a new city and not knowing what is what. So we were relaxing at the table trying to cool under the fan, when suddenly I began to melt, literally. With Kris sitting across the table from me I began to melt to the floor ever so slowly. Apparently my senses were a little off because I could do nothing but look at Kris in panic. And Kris could do nothing but stare at me in terror. When I landed on my butt about 5 seconds later in the middle of the cafe I proudly lifted myself and had a good laugh. I had been leaning forward on a plastic chair that gave out on me and looked like it had done it before. Just another reminder that South East Asia was not built for Kris and myself.
I guess they wouldn't even let me on the bike, correct??
ReplyDeleteNah, they would, they had to switch drivers with Kris, to a guy with a more powerful bike, otherwise they would have never made it up the hills.
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