More of the same. More of the same. More motor bikes, more friends and far too much tea and water consumed in living rooms with no house to show for our efforts. We'll get back on the bike tomorrow and try again. In the meantime, there are now so many people in Hoi An with our phone number that we cringe every time the phone rings. We check the caller's name and quickly try to recall which house it was that we saw with him/her. If nothing else, we are getting a good idea of what is out there and how much it should cost. We think we know when we are being taken, and we're pretty confident that we know where it floods every year during the rainy season. It seems humorous to us that we are in a place where you don't ask whether or not there has ever been water in the basement, but you ask how much water will be in the living room next month (and then you happily sign a lease knowing you will be bailing water for a month or two).
We're trying to wear out our welcome as quickly as possible with our new Aussie friends by leaving our children with them for huge chunks of time, using their motorbike and eating their junk food...all to no avail thus far. The kids did get a fabulous beach day yesterday complete with an introduction to jellyfish and sea lice, and then we enjoyed an incredible meal of fresh squid, huge prawns and clams at a beachside restaurant. Sea food lovers, book your tickets!
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| A hungry crew of shellfish fans |
If house hunting has not been super productive, it has provided us with a chance to explore the area and witness some cool cultural differences. The one we've had the most fun with, thus far, is the garbage truck. Similar to the ice cream man at home, the garbage truck plays a happy tune as it drives through town. Instead of watching little kids rush out to buy ice cream, we watch adults run down the road to dump their trash as the truck passes through their neighborhood. Who knew garbage could be so much fun?
Ding Dong Garbage Truck
Tonight's cultural adventure was all about Foster's feet. In our packing frenzy we didn't verify that his sneakers (not worn all summer) still fit. Of course they don't. What better place in the world to discover that your shoes don't fit than in the cobbler and tailor capital of the world, Hoi An. So, we decided to embrace the local solution and get Foster some sneakers...handmade "Nike" high-tops. They'll be ready in 18 hours! Another addition to our "rip off" collection, and a fun experience to boot. Stay tuned for the results.
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| Taking measurements |
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