Duck Fetus

I just like saying that I ate duck fetus.

Woke up and got breakfast at the hotel. We were going to try another place but it was free and we wanted to get to mui ne. Breakfast was actually really good even for a hotel. We obviously got the Vietnamese breakfast which was basically noodles and soup and so very good. The staff was sad to see us go... they love us. I think they just think we are funny/crazy Americans. Literally when we walk into the hotel from a day out, we have to pick up our room key at the front, but they already know our room number and have our key waiting for us. As soon as the bell hops see us coming, they start smiling. One even offered to take us on his scooter to get banh mi. Also, we noticed that having a job in Vietnam is basically like being on vacation. It seems like they all just hang out. Everywhere we go, people are so calm and relaxed.

The Mui Ne drive took almost 5 hours. It poured half the time which worried us, especially because our driver drove like a mad man. Not to be confused with an advertiser in New York in the 60's. He also doesn't speak any English, so getting him to take us to the post office was something of a task, but we made it. There were so many cool cows I wanted to pet outside the car.. but it was raining too much.

So, the resort we are staying at is owned by a friend of a friend of a friend (?) so we get to stay here two nights on the beach for free. Plus, the people here are literally treating us like Ho Chi Jessie and Ho Chi Alyssa. Everytime we say our room number to sign for lunch, opr a drink, or whatever, they hear "640" and they all look at each other and whisper and then look back at us and say"don't worry" and then we don't pay. I wonder who they think we are. It's like a weird mafia connection and I am starting to have a different opinion of Kevin who set this all up. Who is he really? Maybe in Vietnam he is a prince. Probably not.

Basically we had a pretty tough day though. Lounging around the pool, swimming, playing on the beach, collecting cool shells, drinking pina coladas, napping, a $7 full body massage, a seafood dinner…. Life is so hard. All for a couple of dollars.

We also made friends with the staff here. A boy named Hieu offered to show us around the market and show us a BIG FISH. I thought he was saying a fat person or maybe a big cow for a while. Anyway, I think they are fascinated by us. They all just stare at us. While we ate lunch, they literally watched us, silently. Then we went swimming, and more were watching us. Either it’s a mafia thing or they have never seen a white girl before. Oh except that’s totally not true because for some reason Russians flock to this place. The menu is in English, Vietnamese and Russian. What the hell? And everywhere we look, there are Russians. We are probably the only non-Russians in this place other than the staff. The boys are so so ugly too. One looked JUST like the vampire from Buffy who worshipped the “master”. So creepy and unfortunate looking.

The massage was amazing tonight. I felt weird because the girl doing it is only 22. She looked about 10 though so I walked in feeling very uncomfortable like I was supporting underage slave labor. But she reassured me she was of age and fully willing to rub my body with oil.

Now it’s time to head back to the room and relax some more. Ugh, why me?