My international trade students on Friday finished all their exams and decided to have a party. They invited me and some other teachers, however most of the other teacher’s had to be present in the school for one reason or another. So once again I was left alone at the mercy of students.
I was quite ashamed that one of the first things I knew about Friday morning was receiving a phone call from students asking where I was. After a hard nights work I was feeling a little under the weather, with that dry mouth feeling. Luckily I had Gatorade, drank some then had a shower, and by the time I met my students I felt much better.
When I arrived at the house I saw an interesting sight: males in the kitchen. It has been my observation that Vietnamese males do not like being in the kitchen much. I went over to see what they were doing and under the instruction of some girls they were cutting away some vegetables for lunch. It all looked interesting to watch yet I was quickly ushered out to another room to play cards. It was good I taught some students 21, and discussed my still unresolved future plans. At least this time I could tell them that I would be in Australia before July 1.
The students asked me if I would like to drink beer or (rice) wine. I said beer with hesitation, as I was afraid of drinking at that point, still feeling under the weather from the previous night’s activities. When they arrived back to my relief they had only bought beer. They bought a beer called Fan Saigon and despite what it says on the label it is not high quality beer. The beer has an unusual aftertaste, which dissipates after you drink a few glasses.
We sat down to eat not long after and as is traditional we had to sit on the floor. It really felt like a long way down when I sat, and not long I was distracted from the pain by a toast.
Then we proceeded to eat the food. I think they should open up a restaurant. The food was good, and produced with a team effort, even if some people’s job was to entertain me. The green mango salad, duck and other eggs, and of course soup. Once again I was floored at the size of the fish, it was a huge fish, which was delicious.
By 2.30 we were all tired from eating and drinking until our bellies burst. It was good way to spend lunch, and a reminder of how much I will miss my students in Australia.
I was quite ashamed that one of the first things I knew about Friday morning was receiving a phone call from students asking where I was. After a hard nights work I was feeling a little under the weather, with that dry mouth feeling. Luckily I had Gatorade, drank some then had a shower, and by the time I met my students I felt much better.
When I arrived at the house I saw an interesting sight: males in the kitchen. It has been my observation that Vietnamese males do not like being in the kitchen much. I went over to see what they were doing and under the instruction of some girls they were cutting away some vegetables for lunch. It all looked interesting to watch yet I was quickly ushered out to another room to play cards. It was good I taught some students 21, and discussed my still unresolved future plans. At least this time I could tell them that I would be in Australia before July 1.
The students asked me if I would like to drink beer or (rice) wine. I said beer with hesitation, as I was afraid of drinking at that point, still feeling under the weather from the previous night’s activities. When they arrived back to my relief they had only bought beer. They bought a beer called Fan Saigon and despite what it says on the label it is not high quality beer. The beer has an unusual aftertaste, which dissipates after you drink a few glasses.
We sat down to eat not long after and as is traditional we had to sit on the floor. It really felt like a long way down when I sat, and not long I was distracted from the pain by a toast.
Then we proceeded to eat the food. I think they should open up a restaurant. The food was good, and produced with a team effort, even if some people’s job was to entertain me. The green mango salad, duck and other eggs, and of course soup. Once again I was floored at the size of the fish, it was a huge fish, which was delicious.
By 2.30 we were all tired from eating and drinking until our bellies burst. It was good way to spend lunch, and a reminder of how much I will miss my students in Australia.
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