Monday, July 25, 2011

Back in the USSA

As predicted, the long-anticipated departure from Vietnam was a bit wrought with emotion and exhaustion (and typical Vietnamese fanfare).  Mr. Vang was due to arrive with the airport taxi at 5 a.m. to see us off. At 4:45 I was taking a speed shower when I got the knock on the door with John’s warning, “They’re here.”  I replied, “The taxi?”  I should have known better.  “Uh, no, all of them…the neighbors…on the couch.”  So much for sneaking out of Vietnam under the cloak of darkness.  There was one last couch party going on in the living room, and I was naked in the bathroom. It was only fitting to end on this note.
Once I managed to get my clothes delivered to me and emerge from the bathroom, I smiled at the neighbors (who were eying the piles of stuff that we were leaving behind) and snuck upstairs to take on the beasts.  Foster, who had at least three hours of sleep, was remarkably alert.  He got dressed, put on his back pack and headed outside to sit on the bridge and await the final call for the taxi.  Brianna, with 45 minutes of sleep under her belt, popped out of bed like a cannon.  You would have thought she had been anticipating this moment forever (or at least eleven months).  She practically skipped out the door to the taxi.  Nolan, however, was a sloppy puddle of goo.  Having just enjoyed one hour of sleep, he was a blubbering mess, and it took every ounce of patience I possessed to shovel him into the back of the taxi still in his pajamas.  (Note to self: seven-year-olds should not attempt to stay up all night – even if they beg to try).
Last sunrise in the rice paddy

Once the hernia-inducing suitcases were packed into the taxi, with all three kids fast asleep on the seats, we wound our way out of the rice paddy and dropped off a teary-eyed Mr. Vang and got one last hug from Ha before we were on our way to Danang for the beginning of the flying marathon that would take us back to Vermont.  We pulled over en route at an Op La stand (fried egg sandwiches) for a last Vietnamese breakfast before the journey began.

Predictably, our baggage was excessively overweight.  We paid the fee to get it on the first flight to Hanoi and started calculating how many thousands of dollars it was going to cost us to get those bags all the way home.  With four different airlines involved in this flying debacle, we were confident each one would take advantage of the opportunity to milk us dry.  Too tired to think about how to reshuffle, pitch and rearrange luggage at this stage, we went with the “ignorance is bliss attitude,” and sat down in the waiting room in anticipation of our first flight.  We sucked in the last bits of Vietnamese cigarette smoke-filled air and added that to the list of positive things to anticipate about our return to the US – smoke free public spaces.

              

Flight number one was uneventful, and one hour after take-off we found ourselves collecting those lovely suitcases in Hanoi in preparation for our next flight to southern China.  Suitcases in hand, we started dragging them around in search of the check-in counter for Southern China Airways.  It was not to be found and neither was our flight number on the departure schedule.  It took a little over an hour to ascertain that our flight had been cancelled, but that we could fly out three hours earlier on a different airline and still connect to our original flight in China.  Ok.  It would have been handy to know this in advance, but no damage was done.  In fact we may have  saved ourselves a considerable amount of money, because the woman at the check-in counter appeared to feel sorry for us (interpretation of facial expressions here), because she bent the baggage rules just a tad for us.  Technically we were entitled to two 25 kg bags each, but she let us go with one 50 kg bag each (much to the baggage handler’s dismay).  There seemed to be a small confrontation taking place on the side between the woman who had let the bags through and the guy who was actually going to have to lift them onto the conveyor belt.
Just one picture from China
It was off to Guangzhou, China just a few hours earlier than anticipated where we enjoyed a clean, international airport and a switch in currency about which we were clueless.  With no Internet service, Chinese RMB and five hours to kill before our long 13 hour flight to Los Angeles, we decided to take a chance on blindly ordering food from a noodle restaurant and paying with a credit card.  Seventy-five dollars later we decided that had perhaps not been the smartest choice (for noodles?).  Alas we were well-fed in anticipation of the leg-from-hell on Southern China Airways.  And indeed it was the longest flight in the history of the world.  It turned out that our seats were not together, so the three kids sat together in row 60.  John was on one side of the plane in row 46, and I was on the opposite side of the plane a few more rows forward.  I had a middle seat between two Chinese men, and I had a plastic box/safe of some kind bolted to the floor under the seat in front of me.  I wondered if we had paid extra for the seat with no leg room.  I smiled at my neighbors and promptly turned on my in-flight entertainment.  There were two options, “The King’s Speech,” and a Chinese cartoon.  They played over and over and over for the entire 13 hour flight.  Sleep was an impossible dream. I tossed. I turned.  I moved six times so the guy next to the window to go to the bathroom. It was a survival game.  By the time we got ready to land in LA, I was so bored that I was taking pictures of the TV screen to entertain myself.
Ten minutes to touchdown...giddy with anticipation


That's us about to land in LA!

On the ground in Tinsel Town

Woo Hoo!
We were all just plain slap happy when we touched down in Tinsel Town.  We retrieved the ludicrous luggage, walked outside into the absolutely frigid LA air, found the hotel shuttle and merrily scooted off for a night at the Embassy Suites before our morning flight to the East coast.  At the hotel, the television went on and the shrieks of delight began…familiar shows, a language we could understand, heaven.  John and I went out to fill Burger King orders for three kids, and I headed to Starbucks for coffee and free WIFI.  Everyone was happy.  When I returned to the room, everyone was fast asleep except Nolan (naturally).  Since I learned absolutely nothing from the previous night’s disaster, I decided to let him stay up all night with me.  We went down to the fitness center and spent two hours pedaling bikes, running, jumping, lifting and stretching.  He was a trooper.  When we finally went back upstairs so I could shower, I literally kept poking him to keep him awake for the duration.  I’m happy to report that he made it this time, and he slept soundly all the way back to Vermont – in the plane to NYC, on the floor at JFK for two hours and in the plane all the way back to Burlington – not a peep the entire way.
LA was followed by a brief layover in NYC, and then we were homeward bound at last.  The kids were popping out of their skin by the time we arrived in Burlington…home sweet home.  Hẹn gặp lại Vietnam and Hello Vermont. 

Home Sweet Home

Can you say happy?

Friends!

Smiles!



Blueberry Pancakes and fresh VT milk!
(Thanks Rich and Jeanette)

Early morning Iggie sighting

Okay Vietnamese friends...what's wrong with this picture?
Helmet?  Gloves? Hockey Jersey?
Yee Haw!  Dingo Deli Kids...this flip's for you!

Saturday, July 23, 2011

Parting Shots

The last breakfast at my
favorite table in the world.
It was a day of "lasts" - our final day in Hoi An.  It was a day to say goodbyes, to do things for one last time, to sell things, to move things, to pack and to clean.  I started my day with one last Cargo breakfast - a chocolate croissant, a latte and a fresh orange juice - sitting in my favorite spot in the Ancient City just watching life in Vietnam go by.  From there it was off to do a little last minute souvenir shopping, to enjoy a farewell lunch with Ha and her family, and to take a final trip to the beach.  By noon the tears had started, and the seemingly endless string of goodbyes had begun.  We said our last goodbyes to school mates and friends at the Dingo Deli before heading out for one final dinner at Mango Rooms.

It was an emotional day that lasted well into the night.  With tons of packing to do and a 5:00 a.m. departure time scheduled for the next morning, it was debatable as to whether or not it was worth going to bed.  Foster's packing took all of ten minutes.  As he put it, "I have my X-box and a few books.  I'm good to go."  He spent the night watching a movie and finally crashed around 2:30 a.m.  Brianna strategically sorted and eliminated and had her suitcase ready to go without too much trouble.  She decided to watch shark movies all night and forgo sleeping at all.  Nolan kept claiming to be finished with his packing, but every time I went into his room I would discover a new stash of "stuff" yet to be dealt with (using the "pack, trash or give away" method of sorting).  As his frustration mounted (he was desperate to watch a movie and pull his first "all-nighter) he started trashing everything.  Eventually I found myself sitting on the floor with him picking through the garbage piece by piece - "resorting."  Once we had cleared all of the drawers, surface areas and closets, he had a full suitcase with a mountain of things he still wanted to pack piled on top of it.  I sent him off to watch a movie and told him I would try to "rearrange" his suitcase.  He gave me a wary glance and said, "don't take out my volcano whatever you do."  That would be the large paper mache volcano that he made in school about three months ago.  Not only was it taking up half of the suitcase, but it also had a large plastic basket packed around it to keep it from getting crushed. Oy Vey!  I rearranged, sorted and tossed (items never to mentioned in writing) and managed to squeeze (mostly) everything in.  By 3:00 a.m. I was feeling good enough to sit down and work on organizing photos on my computer.  I knew better than to go to sleep with a 4:30 wake-up call pending.  At 3:30 Nolan succumbed to sleep.  I lost Brianna at 3:45. I decided to enjoy the next 45 minutes because I knew 4:30 was going to be very messy.  And indeed it was...

Goodbye to Ni at Reaching Out

Goodbye to Morning Glory, one
of our favorite restuarants.

Goodbye to the seafood ladies at An Bang Beach.

Souvenir shopping for a painting

Goodbye to Jack.

Miss Ha

Ha and the kids

Mr. Vang and Nolan

The whole family


Goodbye to our Vietnamese Family.

A last ride to the beach on "Jack's path"

Bike full o' chickens


Our favorite peanut ladies at the beach

Dingo Deli Goodbyes

Thursday, July 21, 2011

Last Hurrah : Cham Island

With tons of packing, organizing, selling, cleaning and goodbying to do, yesterday we decided to skip town and head to Cham Island for one last day of fun in the sun before we are homeward bound.  The Cham Island(s), in fact, are located just off the coast of Hoi An - a quick 90 minute boat ride.  So, with a large group of friends, we set sail (or diesel motor actually) for some snorkeling and diving fun. 

John and I opted to dive for the first time in fifteen years.  After a quick refresher on the boat, it all came flooding back: jump in, breathe, sink, swim.  It was beautiful underwater.  We saw a coral cauliflower garden, lots of colorful fish and absolutely nothing dangerous (although we had been warned about the potential for aggressive trigger fish).

The kids snorkeled with the rest of the group, and we rejoined them four hours later on a pristine beach for lunch.  Apparently they all had fun, and they were all excited to tell us about the amazing underwater sea life that they had seen.  After a delicious lunch, the kids enjoyed lots of dock jumping while we waited for our return boat trip to Hoi An.  It was a super final day in the summer sun of Vietnam...memories to keep us warm in just a few cold Vermont months.

Pork to go

Chillin' on the upper deck

What's under that basket?


So adorable

Cutoan and Foster


Nolan and Theo peeking

Happy Mikayla

Suiting up

I can breathe!

Dock Jump!

Crazy child

Swinging in the trees
Felix, Bri and Nolan enjoy the hammock.

Relaxing boys


Carter, Cutoan and Ethan - hose attack!