Put on your leathers and start your Hogs. The Vietnam Hell’s Angels have arrived. Which way to Sturgis?
While the guys are off to explore, Tina and I are going to spend time at the pool, and perhaps back to the beach.
I will have to admit that I am the one that had a crash on my scooter. It’s counterintuitive to me that exceleration is twist down. I was making a turn and wanted to slow. I twisted the wrong way and the scooter came out from under me. No harm but mightily embarrassing.
Jim and Emma ventured out to the center of the island to see some sights
Tina and I stayed by the pool. We met some interesting people pool side from all over the world.
It was good to have a down day, and it was good that Jim and Emma were able to get away from parents for a while.
On our way to dinner
Made it to dinner OK. Great meal again.
Then the rain started. Had a delay getting the bill. There was a great soaking on the way back to the hotel on scooters.
There is a wedding at the facility next to where we are staying. I was asking the front desk about it. Here, a wedding is a two day event. We are fortunately at the opposite side of the resort, and they appear to be a lively bunch.
At home we sometimes respond to someone’s trivial complaint by responding “well, that is a first world problem”. Here, we have come to appreciate the meaning of that response. We are very blessed people. We can get anything we want when we want it. We have opportunities for education, and we can advance ourselves with hard work, some smarts and a little luck. Here life is hard, and it is a struggle to make a life for yourself and provide an opportunity for your children, unless you are part of the elite. Yes, there is an elite class here in the comunist workers paradise.
How very blessed I am to be able to send my children to elite schools and world class universities, to send them to foreign lands to study what they please. This blessing comes to sharp focus when, here in Vietnam, I see a child acting as a waitress in her family “restaurant” to get a little practice with English. I learned that English is taught here in high school but there is a lack of resources. It is mostly taught at home. It is, I believe, a universal truth that the first principal of being a parent is to do the best one can possibly do for your children.
Speaking of education, I was remarking to a fellow that the penmanship of the locals is very good. He pointed out that the Vietnamese alphabet is so complex with it’s dots, dashes and squiggles that good penmanship is a necessity. It is a complaint of mine that good penmanship is lost in US, and our devices are making it irrelevant.
The policies of the government appear to be bringing opportunity to the struggling proletariat. I am sure that there are some negatives that come along with this expansion. I pray that the decision makers are wise, considering of the less fortunate, and extending some of the largesse to them in ways that will be good for their children’s future.
I encounter few references to the American War. I was talking with a self proclaimed history buff from UK at the pool. (Well, where else do first world people discuss the finer points of the state of the world). Anyway, he pointed out that the American War was just the end of a seventy year struggle. We were just one more comparatively small step in their national history. That was enlightening to me as the Vietnam War looms so very large in my mind and I believe it was so very important in our national development.
I was reading today some old essays by Charles Krauthammer, pool side of course, I was reminded that Vietnam, like Korea, were hot spots in the extended Cold War. Although we eventually won the cold war, these two hot conflicts came to unsettling ends. In the case of Korea, a cease fire at the original boundary and for Vietnam, our pulling out in accordance with the Paris Pease Accords.
Would you believe it, I have a first world problem to deal with, we are low on toilet paper in our room. I do not believe I will complain mightily about this catastrophy.