One thing about the people here: they like to use their horns. And they ride a helluva lot of motorcycles. All the shoplots here are amazingly narrow, with everything crammed into a slim rectangle. Despite its initial appearance, everything is quite in order. Specific streets sell specific items, which I think makes it easy to check prices but bores the hell out of you if you are tagging along with your parents while they find silk pillow cases. That was our first destination: the silk factory. Same stuff as in China, cept its much smaller. No pictures though, as i'm using the hotel's computer in the lobby and I can't find a usb port that isn't used.
Next was lunch. The restaurant correctly defines the saying 'You can't judge a book by its cover'. From the outside, it seemed like a thin slot amongst the other shops, but when you get inside, it opens up into a big space complete with tasteful furniture and soft lighting. The food was equally good too.
After a nap, we went to the water puppet show, which was actually invented by the farmers in Vietmam.There was a pond instead of a stage, and the puppeteers used sticks to control the puppets. IMO the movements were quite aggresive, big jerks back, forth and swift swings left and right. I didn't quite understand it though as most of it was in Vietamese. But I like the part where the duck runs amok and gets eaten by a manic cat.
Left with nothing to do, as the itenary for today had ended, we walked back to the hotel. Apparently, that particular street we walked thru was selling shoes and DVDs. I hope they get to sell their enormous stock so they have a better quality of life. I've seen enough street sellers to feel like buying from them everytime I see them.
That's essentially what happened on day one. Gotta crash now.
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