Tuesday, April 29, 2008

Peeing In A Panty Girdle



We left Ho Chi Minh and their motorcycles to get into the Mekong Delta and browse the thousands of channels in all types of boats. We spent a few days in the area and used to cross the border between Vietnam and Cambodia by sea.

All this region of Vietnam lives overlooking the river, here comes 60% of rice from Vietnam which is the world's second largest exporter after Thailand. Ensenharon as we make the rice paper rolls used in all, some sweets and even popcorn (we, the lifelong crispies).



toured several floating markets, where boats, barges and small boat buy and sell almost anything, but rather we saw fruit and vegetables. Pequenho hang from a mast, as a claim, the product they sell (potatoes, watermelons, mangoes, pumpkins ...) so that the distance from potential buyers know that it is. To see it in boiling must get up very early, we to go with a group we arrived a little late and we missed the peak but it was very attractive marketing anyway.





the last section we did in a rowing boat pushed by a girl standing in the stern, just like a gondolier, but with two crossed oars. It was super-curious, use the full weight of the body charged against the oars to move, is quite effective but I think that requires a good dose of balance (I did not try in case).



In general, especially as we approached the border of Cambodia, the population Mekong we found it the most smiling and cheerful country, tens of Ninh made us a thousand and one tricks to demonstrate its ability to jump into the water and those who did not arrive on time or do not fervently longed to banhos greeted us from the shore with a smile " colgate "in the mouth.



The border crossing could not be more smooth and easy. Our guide, a woman super-resolved, took charge of getting the visa for a Pequenho commission. It Piro, with all our passports, motorcycle while we go sailing slower. At that point we were trying some illegal immigrants cross the border between two countries (I remember Manu Chao and "Clandestino" with a Pequenho between weak and nervous laughter). Everything went well. At

Cambodia trip around a little more chaotic. After three more hours of soporific boat trip upriver, apinharon us with our bags in a Pequenho bus that took us to Phnom Penh, all with 35 degrees in the shade and no air of course. It is also true that every time you think you can not get any worse, I advance three hundred guys in a van with people sitting on the roof and shut up.



To make matters worse, the guide accompaniment, we made an escape worthy of Houdini and left us in the middle of nowhere, with a driver and English potatoes, night and with vultures-taxis waiting to take "their" guesthouse. But so is the life of the traveler who does not understand anything in the local language, you torean a bit I will resign or will resign because the nerves just losing is losing, apart from the bad feeling that will generate. In Phnom Penh

not much and maybe we expected so we were pleasantly surprised to find some interesting places to visit, despite the traffic and noise around you in all major cities in Southeast Asia. The city's main attraction is the Royal Palace with more than obvious resemblance to that of Bangkok, the Cambodian perhaps, to be more empty it becomes more pleasant to visit even if not so spectacular. The roofs of the buildings bear the palm As for beauty, as reflected in the picture.



A visit was sad enough but we did an old school that was converted into a prison by the Khmer Rouge. With Pol Pot at the helm this regime ruled the country between 1975 and 1979. Under extreme ideology of agrarian communism imposed the exodus of millions of people into the fields to grow rice in near-slavery conditions.

In total it is estimated that killed nearly two million people "against" the regime. The prison we visited (the S21) was a detention center where they tortured and murderer to more than 60000 people. Ninh is shocking to think that now our age would have died por que su padre (detenian a familias enteras cuando un miembro era "sospechoso") despues de varios dias de torturas inhumanas, confesaba que estaba compinchado con la CIA o el KGB. Estos crimenes todavia no han sido juzgados.



Buscando historias mas alegres nos fuimos hacia Siem Reap, la afortunada ciudad dormitorio de los magnificos templos de Angkor. Estos templos fueron construidos por la civilizacion Khmer (nada que ver con los de Pol Pot) alla por el siglo X.

De Angkor podriamos estar hablando dias y dias y colgar infinitas fotos (los que conoceis a Marta sabeis que no exagero...) pero intentaremos hacer un resumen de lo principal y lo que mas nos ha gustado. We spent three days visiting temples and although we loved is to say just a bit saturated. The first day we rented a bike, but after almost thirty kilometers between the chest and we got back we decided that the tuktuk was a great option for the rest of the day.



Start with Angkor Wat which is the icon of the entire complex of temples. It is without doubt one of the most spectacular and best preserved, is said to be the largest religious building in the world. You can spend hours on finding places and wonderful details. Although we were here several times, one of the most beautiful moments to view the sunset, when not so hot (in one of the pictures you can see some Ninh from the temple and giving himself an enviable banho).





All these temples have elaborate bas-reliefs about collecting all sorts of scenes of the time (mostly epic battles and victories). We love the Apsaras, heavenly creatures appear dancing with attractive styling. During these days we practice a new sport that is persecuting Buddhist monks to be photographed. It is almost impossible to resist by watching their saffron robes as photogenic as opposed to the stones.



Another of our favorites is the Bayon temple is inside the walled city of Angkor Thom. Its more than 50 towers have plenty of giant Buddha faces carved in stone. Evil tongues say that the resemblance to the king who built the temple (Jayavarman VII) is more than evident. In fact each tower represented a province of the kingdom and the faces watching the four cardinal points.





you remember the "Tomb Raider"? For several of these temples is part of the movie rolled, mostly in the temple of Ta Prohm. The truth is that we fully understand the location, since it is a magical place. This place was abandoned to his fate and swallowed by the jungle, as evidenced by the huge roots that literally eat up part of the structure. This is his conviction and his blessing, deformed walls to collapse are those who give you precisely its charm.





Cambodian food is much like that of its neighbors, although a little more influenced by India. As a specialty we are left with the style pork Amok presented wrapped in banana leaves. It's like a curry coconut milk and spices but softer than the Indians. Dinner, attended a traditional Khmer dance show. The beauty of the costumes of the dancers is comparable to that of their forced movements.



these fantastic days after we left Cambodia, a task complicated by the poor condition of roads. We meet again in Thailand where we feel almost at home. Keep you informed.

A kiss. Juan and Marta

PS: It is true that we have exceeded the 300 days of travel but, despite not being a "wise men" of the euro, the South East Asia is certainly cheaper than we expected and that has allowed us to extend the trip a few weeks more. But do not worry we will return!

Monday, April 28, 2008

Toshiba Disc Creator Error

... Halo a chain, and Golden goodbye sweetheart .. Headphones !!!!!

went to Madrid makes a little while now, and we stayed with Tania's friend Marcia. She lives in an apartment very cool, and large. I really loved it. The neighborhood is super kul, is also central. A short walk from anywhere. Well, the thing is that we lasted about 3 days there, and the first day, 7 hours after flying on an airplane and airport sumarle4, like tobacco and half jaaarto, and wanting to shit.
arrived at the apartment, where we expect a bunch of people and friends, and after saludadera and updating, I decided to enter the bathroom with a "come now." Na, the case is entered, lit a cigarette, and shit.
aaaahhhh!. What a relief masters. I felt she had said. As they left the dentist or an electronic or a mass Fiet. AAAAHHHHHH !!!!!
good, but ... and where the lever tá? ... Come
men ... The handle ??... WHERE TA
andeldiaaaaaaaaaaa ... And the devil Cursed men toilet der !!!!??... AS LOW AS ETOOOOO !!!???... That
pod! because it occurs to me to come and shit in the middle of a foreign home juntadera !!!!... and if this is not the poo toilet?, which yooo !!!... if this is nothing left to pee and poop is another and I said nothing, obviously, because I have thought that shit in Now someone else's home and less in the middle of a meeting !!!... NA MA A MI SE ME OCURREE!!!!!...

jajajjajajajajajajja..

Sucede que el inodoro del apartamento (y luego descubrí que casi todos en madrid) no tienen palanquita. Yo duré ahi adentro alrededor de 4 cigarrillos, sentado en la bañera, mirando el inodoro. Rascándome el caco. Y esa vaina repleta!!!.
Qué vaina men. Por qué e que a mí me pasan eta vaina men?... Quien me manda!!! Segurito este baño no sirve, ni descarga, y hay otro que es el de hacer estas vainas!!!!...
Ya yo estaba pensando en cómo sacar las heces fecales (para no decir "la mierda", que suena tan vulgar), botarlas por la ventana...que se yó. Picarlas y esconderlas en una fundita dam and out to smoke a cigarette down ... Ke tuete! ... I felt that was short of Mr. Bean, or a new series of Borat.
And from time to time, Tania was playing and asked me "all good Taba ??".... and I "Sisisisi, and I go" ... and it then came Marcia ".. all well ??"... Taaaba And I on the inside "do you think??? Let DECODING ESTOOOO!" .. How I'm going to tell my wife I can not find how to download it the toilet ????.... SOMETHING SO SIMPLE !!!!! PUSSY! I DO NOT KNOW THAT NOPUESEL BA-JAR-E-TA-MIEEEEL-DAAAAA !!!!!!....

I even thought of a manual for shit:
How to make poop in Madrid, chapter one. A sticker or that that is, with an arrow of where is the next step !!!... Step one: open the lid. Step Two: shits. Step three: clean. Step four: the toilet is downloaded HERE !!!.. !!???? DONDEEEEE

The sheath is that after sitting in the bathtub, sink Lao standing, and sitting on the toilet seat, aplatao in a corner, in a lay down on the floor, and looking at Ariba ... FOUND THE VAINAAA !!!!!.... is that the toilets are beyond the water tank above, basi in the ceiling and hang them with a chain handle, and pulling on a JAJAJJAJAJAJAJJA !!!.... .. ENTROOOO RISAAA ME THAT !!!!...

VAAAALVAAAAROOOO !!!!!! (With V, as selfin ma mad men )....

I had to find the little camera and a photo shoot that, because I could not believe it was not!. I imagine the people who were there, that after that tiempazo me in there, I hear the laughter etrallao! BAD! jajajjaajaja ... dike and go looking for a little camera to throw back into the toilet photos. At least I tobacco in men fungus. Dike "diache, but Taba ta mad men ... look at it, hallucinating .. that will harm ?!!!! jajjJJAJJAJAJAJAJ
!!!!... fuckin chain
A !!!!... I remembered that , pk went to a house in the area that had that same ...
I kiero a toilet and when I grow up! ... to shit with Style! ... you imagined, a pulling the chain to the day! ke gut!.

Now, long before doing anything out of my house, check if the toilet floor, if you have water, if there are chain or lever ... double check!
jajajjajajjaja

Thursday, April 24, 2008

Pctv Mediacenter 4 55e Win7




Bueeeeenooo ... eta and the truth that very fuelte ... but ná ... Here goes ... I

4th of tobacco in school. 1992.
As explained before, in another post, there was a time when smoking and tripod enough, jejejejeje. This was the time. Used to light when it came to my house, at around 12-1am, after messing around in the middle area with the buddies. For me I gave my juicy and oily creams a day, and I got more crazy from the account. Should be like 2 in the morning. At home my parents had a radio with some great speakers. I used to connect my electric guitar to the radio's auxiliary input, I put those headphones grandooootes and sealed, and put on a cd and played it over, also Arrebatao, jajajjajajajaja ... You already know that I was in mielda tripod and swearing that tobacco at a concert. That day was the same.

but I got sooo sooo bad that I could not walk jajajajjaaj !!!!... was almost crawling, talking to himself and tó, dike "mieeeeeeeelda, I do looocooo toy" ... And I get to jajjjjajaja radio, connect leeentameeeente guitar and distortion pedal to the radio. Activity acidísimo CD, my favorite album: "Love, Devotion and Surrender" by Carlos Santana, John McLaughlin & The Mahavishnu Orchestra, 1973. That marrrditoooo discoooo der diaaablooo, that if there is more acidic sheath that IN LIFE! jajajjajajaj !!!!... epacial sheath of outer epacio (er diajblo!). That's what I call a NEMA hard! So jajajjajaja large vein.
Well, the fact is that I put the disc, and I wear hearing aids, graaaaaveee ... I raise the volume at TO and at the level of shhhhhhhh dike ke rang from above which was the initial silence. And that thing starts with a estrueeEEENDOOO !!!!!!! La pieza: "A Love Supreme"... UN MARDITO ESTRUENDOOOO!!!!! PARARA PIIIINN RACATA RACATA BAM BAM BAMMM!!!!... una bateria aérea, a mil die, dos malditos solos de guitarra al mismo tiempo, encendío!!!!! una mardita vaina der diablo!!!!...A toda ésta, tengo puestos los audífonos, pa que no se oyera na, porque en mi casa ta to el mundo durmiendo en el quinto sueño. Y empiezo yo a alucinaaarr!!!! jajajjaajajjaa!!!!... y me pongo a tripiaaaarrr!!!! y me paro, y hago la mímica, como si fuera yo el que estuviera tocando la pieza!!!! y brinco y me remeneo!!! jajajjajjajaja... Y La vaina A MIL!!!!!!...
And I start to dam toy tripod at a concert, and I have TOO crowd going crazy, back in 1973, at the hippie and tó!! jajjajajajjaa ... And the music
super violent! an aggressive acid jazz super men! ... And the people cheering!! jajajjaja, I went out on a laaaaargaaa! I heard people and the public!! jajajjajjaa ... and the note was such a lady, I start to hear people calling me by my nomnreeeee !!!!!!!

"Taaaaabaaareeeeee"

hahahahaha!! mielda, I merged! tor driving me crazy! mielda that tripaaaa jajajajajajajaja!!

"Taaaaaabaaaareeeeeeeeeeeee !!!!"

And I do not believe me, I dike "mielda and poison and that I and harm as good men?!" Jajajajjajajajaajja no no no, but hell ta eto, sancucai !!!!!! ERDIAAAAAABLOOOOO!!
JAJAJAJJA
"Taaaabaaareeeee maaamaaaagueeeebooooo! BAJA ESA Cursed VAINAAA COOOOOOÑAAAASOOOOO !!!!"

shit, and open my eyes, and as my mom, my dad and my brothers in the balcony of the room, covering her ears !!!!! "COOOOÑOOOO DER BOY!! QUEEEEE EEA COOOOOÑOOOOO BULLAAAAA ETA MARDITAAA !!!!!"
... And I give a damn desbica !!!!, and I take my headphones ... MUSIC AND FOLLOW MILLLL jajajajajja !!!!!!!.... LOS AUDIFONOS NO TABAN ENCHUFAOOOO!!!!!....meeeeen!!!!! jajajajjajajajajaja... JAJAJAJJAJAJAJAJJAA.... mierda que PEO! FO! FOOOOO!!!!... Y trato de apagar la vaina, y la nota no me deja, y yo miro parriba, y tan vociándome que baje la vaina!!!!...y yo no sé cómo !!! jajjajajajajaj....

mielda!

PUF!!!... logré apagar la vaina!..
y se queda ese silencio incómodo...jajajjaajja.... y la preguntadera, y qué e que huele coño???!!!... que que e jeto??? que porque e que yo taba jamaquiándome encima de la silla??? KE KE E LO KE PASA!!!!!!!! jaajajajajajjajaja.... y yo dike buscando una explicación...
"No.. that they thought yoooo Taban awake "
" Cooommpadre, but if the 2 of the Cursed morning fag! "
" Yooo and did not know that utede Taban here "
" But hijoetumai, you do not see the cars in and marquee? "
" Mielda if there car as it looks ... "
" As it so there car? .. com .... Come here muchachoerdiablo KE TA E WHAT YOU HACEINDOOOO?? "
" jajajajjajajjjajJAJAJJAJAJAJJAJAJAJAJA "
" and also going to REIIIRRRR PUSSY! "
" JAJJAJAJAJJAJAJAJAJAJAJJAJA "
" no no no, Miriam, a ete perdimo boy what ya know There NO NO DO !!!!!"

I can not imagine the desubique my family, when this thing starts to sound all daaarr! ... my mom told me she got up thinking that the world is ending tobacco, the tobacco cayendooo sky! hear that shit !!!... and I imagine, one up with such a noise, and find a ete asshole HEADSET WITH Puet, dock in the room playing !!!... no no no ... that has no name in life!
is, who has a ma quemón fuelte that, please call the Guinness records, because you get caught looking at seizure mimicking a guitar, turned on and a sillaaaa encaramao dike .... bueeejjjjj ....

Saturday, April 19, 2008

Do I Need Airpcap Adapter

Once in my life, I was a thief! SSSnniiiiiffffff

1981. I'm the little home of my parents. I have 2 older brothers, I have 4 and 5. My brothers and Rosa Pri. I was always with my mama, Mrs. Miriam, and pabajo parriba. It was like the keychain, or umbrella. I had guindao. And no woman likes to walk over and see stores that Doña Miriam pods! ... toode the afternoon, we went to the count or Nick (my grandmother lived on the pier 21, almost Montesinos fronts, including Capri and Maricha ice). And that was walking and walking ... boredom and you know I came in, when this woman walked into Lombard's or Bleiz o True Court at that time. I really knew tooodas subsidiaries and grabbed me with collecting pins (of which I quitabana the shirts before medírselas) as Mrs. Miriam looked and looked and looked and looked ... My dream was to enter the Mill Deportivo and I bought one of those foam surfboards, rare pods .. but it never happened. In fact, that table was never sold, because it's like 1 year I went to that store, and BUY FINALMENTELA TABLE JODI!! already double jedionda tobacco and plastic that covered it was yellow and ma na decascaró touching. But I bought it for Zoe, my 8 year old daughter, pa him to get me to surf. The keel was broken the same night I took her to the house, because the small Luc climbed it up and folded.

We were looooong to La Sirena in Mella (the only time). At that time, the store was not great, it was like half (or had not yet made the Annex and the second floor), and the vast majority of goods were placed on a table-drawers, and under the table put empty boxes and packages in which they came. Sometimes you do not have packages, and the table had a great hiding place! a cave !!!... And I got down there, and it was another world! .. a Warp Zone Super Mario.
I was 7 years old that day. And the perspectives of a 7 year old is very different, physically, optically speaking. One does not see anything there at the tables, because they are very high. And crowd is so great that the only thing you can do is play with pins and pegao empty boxes in the legs and buttocks of the mother of one, as she moves from table to table picking through the items.

Well, the sheath is that we as costubre to the store. And among the crowd of payday and boredom, I started to play chasing. My mama let me go in band, because in those healthy days, we could walk carajitos loose, there were so many crazies in the street. And I gave pa yá! ... I spent tó fucking and running the store until I came to the area of \u200b\u200bschool, which was my favorite !!!... Muuuchos pencils and delete in the shape of cars and airplanes ... and the deck of a 5 chele sharpener, the double! and sooooo many crayons and colored pencils Carioca !!!... and could see they were in a strategic position for the children to see and jodieran to parents until they bought one.
Anyway, I saw a child how he lay on deck of erase ... MEN !!!.. had his pockets full! seems to have had experience and because it also to looking and natural. When finished, he fell back and watched as the crowd slipped coming out, and left!! and lay the men noils Masooa!. I stayed
analyzing what happened, and said: "Mielda!! BORRAS GRATISSSSS !!!!"
I picked again for the school supplies aisle and pretending no one saw me (I guess you saw me thought I was doing poo, with the face of "it was not me that Rayé that car" that was) Little by little I went to delete ... and without looking, and after about 5 minutes standing next to them, FUA !!!... I lay UNAA !!!!... and sent me! He had a happy face persecution mixed with the Dukes of Hazard as he ran!! JAJJAJJAJJJajjaja!
And when I look, because all of this and knew what had taken was of a race car !!!!!! APERISIMOOO !!!!!....
And men!, At that moment of glory, lifting adrenaline, sound through the speakers:

"The child Tabaré, please stop by information" There mime

I wanted to die! I said "AY COOÑOOOO! AGARRÁNNN ME !!!!!" Diablo
in my life I had friquiao both men.
Well, remember that automatically make me want to poo, or shit I almost fear, literally.
That's when I started to run ... juyendooo !!!!.... Y and found, in panties and stockings section (where people are ma), a table without boxes below, a hiding !!!!... and me got there.
"Shit! Fuck me!! I saw the police !!!.. I go to jail for robbery !!!!!"

The sheath is to lie down before the erase, and I had like 20 minutes to slide, and Mrs. Miriam I was not, and went to information to call me by horns laas! jajajjajajajaj .... And I hid !!!.. and return to ratico:

"The child Tabaré information passing through ".... URGENT

Anderdiiiaaaaaaa! "Urgent" ... going to burn me alive, they will torture me! I'm not going to get out of here! You know I stole it !!!... JAJAJJAJAjjj
! Sir, passed as 40 minutes, and I hid, and my mom seriously!, and police were looking for me for real!! And I saw them !!!!!.... and hide in another table !!!... We passed from table to table, sticking out to the cops ... hahaha

"Warning, if you've seen a child with a hatched red shirt and sport trousers, report it" ...

Mielda ... The sheath was serious !!!!... the anguish I had was the devil der! ... I was thinking to stay and live packed into boxes ... Accused!.
I called like 10 times lords. It called the police. Until my mom sounds the horn, almost in tears:

"My child, come aki toy waiting for me !"...

And I broke my heart I hear my mama almost crying! I but I could not feel bad! GUILTY .. jajajjajajaja ... I thought it was the leading Taban I ta prey of thieves! And I went, walking, crying, screaming, direct information that had like 3 cops talking to my mom!! I swore I was the prey carrying Taban!!
And he came with his hands in front and kneel, dial "Take me prisoner to me, she has to do with anything, I am the thief, it was me! BUUUUuuuuuaaaAAAAAA FUI yoooooo! And then kneel and to dock! !! "I AM LOOKING TO !!!"... Paper to the cup !!!... imagine, watching Kojak, I knew the lines! JAJAJAJjajaajajjaj
!!!!! And looking to the world that do not even understand the situation mielda jajajajajajajaja ... dike, "ma'am, but that his son and as a means weird ... you know? .." That anguish

Doña Miriam had to spend that day men. Now that you have that guy is analyzed. I would have dao between lashes so I spoil ... An idiot, not a thief! jajajjaja ...

Too bad.

Thursday, April 17, 2008

Retractable Fighting Staff



Go to South Vietnam means crossing the 17th parallel, in this place was the old boundary that divided the country between North and South. Then it was a demilitarized zone, which paradoxically became one of the areas with more military presence in the world during the war that we know as "Vietnam" and here is known as "American", since it has not been only war, unfortunately, this country has suffered.

crossed the frontier at night, so we did not see much of the remnants of war that remain in these latitudes. We were sleeping in one of the night buses that style here and instead of seats have three rows of bunk beds. They are quite modern and reasonably comfortable, but beds are tamanho Asian, so if I Cabia Justito I hate to imagine how he would manage the typical Australian six feet. It is clear that physical standards here are different: in elevators, for example, the little sign says maximum load 300kg, 5 people, five !!?... Although for curiosity, entertainment on board our bus, there may be something more surprising to see Rambo dubbed in Vietnamese?



Our first stop was the imperial city of Hue. From here, a whole dynasty of emperors part of the country ruled for almost a century and a half since the early nineteenth century. The old town is walled and kept palaces, royal residences and temples, although affected by the various bombings, retain some of its grandeur.

not surprising that today would be elected by newly married couples to take wedding reportage (I could not help stealing this photo to the preciousness of suits). Look also in the curious decoration of walls with pieces of china, now that's recycling.





Along the Perfume River traveled several miles by bike, visiting the most remote places of the center, several tombs of emperors and the Thien Mu Pagoda here as a relic saved the car I use the monk Quan Duc Thick to go to Saigon, where in 1963, with the Fuel own car, so it caught fire in a public square to protest anti-Buddhist policies of his prime minister. Not just his protest fell on deaf ears, but he gave name to this grisly form of suicide, "burned to bonzo" ( bonze , in English, is an ancient form of Buddhist monks call).



The day was hot and we had to make several stops to regain strength juice-based Canha coconut and sugar, it is curious to see how squeezing a Canhas can get a huge glass of that sweet juice. We were so comfortable there that we just ensenhando the clerk of the bar, Nga, chinchon playing, and not because we had been stormy throughout the afternoon.



Hue is also famous for its gastronomy. His last imperial rulers of life marked by ostentatious who liked good and varied food, has left a legacy of not only delights the palate but also to the eye. As shown, these Vietnamese spring rolls with the dramatic presentation of a peacock, or these Pequenho desserts shaped bean cake fruit (if I say what I think are plastic ornaments and do not eat them.)



A little further south is to us, the most beautiful part of the Vietnamese coast, the town of Hoi An, with its well preserved historical center and the charm of the place a bit anchored in the past. It's a real pleasure to wander among its monuments, its old houses of wealthy merchants, their market stalls along the river and craft shops.



Surprisingly, the town maintains its prestige in the textile industry since the time of the ancient maritime trade routes. Today hundreds of tailor shops line the streets where people from around the world tailor-made for affordable price. If we could not avoid it, we made a dress each. It's a feeling extranha donning a suit after so many months of comfortable clothing. But worth it in the end be something different!





In another breakaway rider went to the coast, Cua Dai Beach, which is actually a part of another huge Pequenho beach several kilometers known by American soldiers as China Beach . It seems that, in the conflict, was a place of recreation for the soldiers. He is currently a beautiful beach where, at least in daylight hours only see tourists sunbathing, fishing and fishermen Vietnamese women, with incredible persistence, trying to sell fruit, cream or candy.



Also in Hoi An we had our good dose of culinary experience. In the picture you can see the dish called white rose, which consists of about bags made from rice flour stuffed with shrimp paste. I got that name because the bags are almost translucent and appear petals of flowers. The other dish that can be enjoyed throughout the country, are a rice paper rolls uncooked self winding when eating in this case stuffed with pork and vegetables. The paper texture of uncooked rice is almost one page and if they get wet in a sauce is hard to bite, but the set is very good.



The next stop was the city of Nha Trang. The first impression we had was that of a fully Benidorm China Sea and wanted to run. Then we realized that if I chose the correct area of \u200b\u200bthe beach could have an experience authentically Vietnamese.



During the day the only local who had stood by selling food or caring for a hammock. But if you expect to 4 ½ to 5 pm, when the sun began to fall behind the trees and tourists gathered their belongings, you were suddenly, without having very clear where they had left, surrounded by hundreds of Vietnamese who were occupying the places of shade with their gadgets for cooking or lunch in a bag. Is a social event, everyone is there and many are released into the water as authentic possessed, some with banhador, most of the girls with the same clothes with which they come, and almost all life jacket Ninh. A picture is worth a thousand words. I confess I got the shirt to blend too.



And we have concluded that the Vietnamese are photophobic. Like many other Asians, their canons of beauty to the skin color are completely contrary to Westerners. While foreigners like shrimp toast on the beach, they completely cover the body (hence the masks they wear so many people on the street), use long sleeves, socks and even gloves. They love to have white skin, and the super most moisturizers are bleaching. I had to submit to a third grade assistant to make sure I was not buying anything that would annoy me the dark.




as well as here we had to try some culinary specialty, we went to a bar quite famous among locals for their grills. We got to the top of grilled shrimp for a very paltry amount of money given the quality of the animals. Here I see the embers blush caused by greedily choosing which ones will fall on my plate.

Our next stop was the Ho Chi Minh City, former capital of the South, which most people in this part of the country still called Saigon. It's still bigger than Hanoi, and believe it has still more bikes. Here are anhade the excitement of the big avenues when crossing between traffic, a dangerous sport pretty cheap. Despite being a big city that still smack a town without traffic rules and Pequenho portable food stalls where people eat almost sitting on the floor.



here also, and perhaps more than elsewhere, the drivers of motorcycles and cyclos you scream from a distance for you to ride with them and taken for a ride the city (see here for making me a senha), the truth is that what we usually currar on foot or by bus. This manhana we went to Chinatown where we had a good time strolling through a market of medicinal herbs that smelled like beauty products stores. In a post we have seen some mushrooms tamanho head of John, I've put in the picture for reference.



We also visited some famous landmarks such as the Reunification Palace, former palace of the government of the Republic of Vietnam, where in 1975 the South surrender took effect at the entrance of the Northern army tanks to the very gates of the palace, behind where Juan.



We have also visited the Museum of War Remnants, which displays photographs grisly remains of weapons, tanks, planes and cell reproduction. Do not speak only of the war in Vietnam, but of other wars around the world highlighting a fact that is repeated over and over again, whatever the reason laying starts a war, all who struggle to lose out, die, kill and commit atrocities in the name of ideas that vanish after the authentic claims to power of a few that rely on the safety of their homes. When you leave one of these places, the heart has shrunk and the utopian desire to learn from our mistakes. As

not want to end up with a bad taste in mouth, or put horrible pictures of tanks and war planes, with two pictures just a little more cheerful. One is from our new friends Hugh and Adriana with which we have agreed to Hoi An and Saigon tasting local specialties. The other John with his new style "commander" who already have noticed, you do not see how heavy it gets when gives to imitate Fidel Maripi ... This time you can not complain right?



Kisses to all.