My love for
Becky grows for every day. She's such a plucky little thing, never
complaining and always ready to go. Dad keeps talking about how
Gretchen can go on for longer, since she apparently have a bigger
tank, but there's no way I'd trade away this energy-filled cuteness.
Not to mention her bravery! Passing a slow moving truck on winding
roads could terrify anyone but her determination keeps us going.
Today's goal was Hoi An, but finding the
way to the city proved harder then ever before. Our search for Vinh
Dien, also Dien Ban or City that doesn't exist, had rendered us low
on petrol and miles off before realizing our error and only running
on fumes did we finally roll in to Hoi An. Luckily a hotel was found
in minutes and after a quick lunch did we hit the showrooms. Getting
personalized clothing in this city is more something that creeps up
on you and then smacks you in the face then something you go out
looking for and in my ordinary mannerly and world-traveled way did I
truly believe, since I've been in Hoi An before, that discussing the
price would be a doddle.
Not even slightly. The busy shop-owners
once again managed to vanquish the two travelers, as so many times
before, and both shock and acceptance followed when the price list
arrived. After a lot of bargaining the price was somewhat reasonable
and we limped out from the shop to lick our wounds like hockey team
playing in the wrong division. If only Becky had been there with me
in the shop, maybe she could have helped us out.
//Nisse
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