The bus arrives at 5:30am to take us on our next tour, to the city of Hue, in the middle of Vietnam. We'll be making stops along the way. We are on a 30 person bus with 17 people. We'll be picking up some more people who traveled the first leg by airplane. It's a pretty grueling first day, but we get to Nha Trang, a pretty sea-side city. We leave our hotel and take a short walk towards the beach. We hang out there for a bit and enjoy the dark ocean breeze. We decide to get some cyclos to take us around town. They are basically modified bicycles with a seat up front that can barely hold 2 people, much less my fat-ass. We pay them 20K dongs ($1.25) for a 30 minute ride around town and back to the hotel. I feel a little bad for the guys pedaling us, until I see Ho's guy pedaling with 1 foot and smoking a cigarette at the same time. I don't feel bad anymore.
Our tour guide tells us that there's a group of blind masseuses that are very good, so we decide to give it a shot. We see 5 (Tit does not want one) of them walking into the hotel, being led by the one that can see blurry objects. We talk to them for a bit and apparently they were trained in Hanoi. I think mine was trained in the art of torture. It starts hurting from the minute he starts. I swear he has bony nubs where his palms should be. His thumbs must have been solid stone, because I'm dying. He asks me if it hurts and of course I say no. No way I'm letting a blind masseuse get the best of me, but he does anyways. Do Indian burns count as a massage technique? After about an hour of biting my teeth, my session in pain is over. He asks to borrow the bathroom and I lead him there. He washes his hands in the sink, and then proceeds to feel around for the toilet. No good can come of this. He takes his pants and starts to pee, only some of it actually hitting it's mark. The rest go everywhere but. At this point, I think the guy is fucking with me, but there's no way to be sure. Anny yells at me for making fun of the guy because he's blind, but come on now. He's not deaf. He can clearly hear if he's hitting the toilet or not. Good thing we are only in this hotel for the night.
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