The past week has been intense and tiring. First off: I changed my office schedule into the mornings, meaning I woke up at 7:00 am and finish at 12 pm. (Not a morning person) Just so I can have the rest of the day with my older brother, Brian. He arrived last Tuesday and he leaves tonight.
Last Tuesday, he walked into my office while I was in the bathroom. I could hear him asking where I was. Later I took him to grab a bite to eat because he had a long journey to get to Hanoi, 42 hours from Washington D.C. That day I called up some unemployed friends to meet us at bia hoi in the Old Quarters. A few friends came by and we just chilled, drank beer, ate peanuts, and people-watch. He asked me if this was what I normally do...chilling, yeah pretty much. Afterwards, he attended my Tuesday English teaching class, my class loved him, and it was a lot of fun. I told my students a story about how he used to scare me when I was young, by being the Sandman. Check it out below.
I rode around Hanoi with him on my motorbike and he was a bit nervous, basically HOW I drive, passing fast trucks and crossing roads with a billion other motorbikes. I told him that I get road rage and scream at people, he told me that it isn't good to have road rage and that I should be patient and get over it, I'm like Yeah Yeah Yeah.
He spent most of the days taking my motorbike around the city while I worked in the morning, then I'd meet up with him at my friends house back in Hai Ba Trung. It was difficult finding good street food for him because he's a vegetarian. I warned him before he came that it would be difficult finding vegetarian street food and I asked if he can suffer for a week eating some meat, he agreed. Towards the end of the week he was eating beef and chicken.
Brian wanted to get his wisdom teeth pulled because the operation was cheaper in Vietnam ($100 for 2 taken out) than USA. We were trying to find the dental office on this one particular street that I knew well, but all the address numbers were completely random, it would go...101, 102, 103, 45, 44, 43, 435, 436, 437, 438, 5, 4, 3. What the hell?! I hate streets like that. We went back and forth and finally when I knew where it was, we got a flat tire and had to walk my bike back to the end of the road. Luckily we were near my office and I knew of a garage around it. While he was getting teeth taken out, I got a new tire tube, a bike wash, and oil change.
Brian, Vikki, and I went to Halong Bay for the weekend. It was sooo tiring. The tours were completely unorganized and confusing, I don't understand how the tour guides manage all the tourists. Anyway...when we got to the tour agency to leave, the driver asked if we brought our passports. 2 of us didn't have them because the agent didn't tell me that we needed them when I bought the tickets, and also mine was at the embassy for a visa extension. The driver gave a facial expression that we might not be able to go on the trip, but of course...me being American, I wasn't going to take a NO as an answer. I basically went into the bus and sat down and refused to move unless we were on our way to Halong Bay. The agent said that it was alright and let us go.
Weather sucked, wet, drizzly, and chilly. I liked how the mist made the islands mysterious. But it was uncomfortable because everything felt damp, our clothes, seats, and our feet. Eh, it's Vietnam.
Overall, Brian got to meet my closest friends. He experienced my Hanoi life. It was all about food, coffee, beer, and friends. To finish it off, today he drove around while I was the passenger, after a few seconds he was already getting frustrated by other motorbikes and cars driving slow in front of us, AHA!! Road rage!
Last Tuesday, he walked into my office while I was in the bathroom. I could hear him asking where I was. Later I took him to grab a bite to eat because he had a long journey to get to Hanoi, 42 hours from Washington D.C. That day I called up some unemployed friends to meet us at bia hoi in the Old Quarters. A few friends came by and we just chilled, drank beer, ate peanuts, and people-watch. He asked me if this was what I normally do...chilling, yeah pretty much. Afterwards, he attended my Tuesday English teaching class, my class loved him, and it was a lot of fun. I told my students a story about how he used to scare me when I was young, by being the Sandman. Check it out below.
I rode around Hanoi with him on my motorbike and he was a bit nervous, basically HOW I drive, passing fast trucks and crossing roads with a billion other motorbikes. I told him that I get road rage and scream at people, he told me that it isn't good to have road rage and that I should be patient and get over it, I'm like Yeah Yeah Yeah.
He spent most of the days taking my motorbike around the city while I worked in the morning, then I'd meet up with him at my friends house back in Hai Ba Trung. It was difficult finding good street food for him because he's a vegetarian. I warned him before he came that it would be difficult finding vegetarian street food and I asked if he can suffer for a week eating some meat, he agreed. Towards the end of the week he was eating beef and chicken.
Brian wanted to get his wisdom teeth pulled because the operation was cheaper in Vietnam ($100 for 2 taken out) than USA. We were trying to find the dental office on this one particular street that I knew well, but all the address numbers were completely random, it would go...101, 102, 103, 45, 44, 43, 435, 436, 437, 438, 5, 4, 3. What the hell?! I hate streets like that. We went back and forth and finally when I knew where it was, we got a flat tire and had to walk my bike back to the end of the road. Luckily we were near my office and I knew of a garage around it. While he was getting teeth taken out, I got a new tire tube, a bike wash, and oil change.
Brian, Vikki, and I went to Halong Bay for the weekend. It was sooo tiring. The tours were completely unorganized and confusing, I don't understand how the tour guides manage all the tourists. Anyway...when we got to the tour agency to leave, the driver asked if we brought our passports. 2 of us didn't have them because the agent didn't tell me that we needed them when I bought the tickets, and also mine was at the embassy for a visa extension. The driver gave a facial expression that we might not be able to go on the trip, but of course...me being American, I wasn't going to take a NO as an answer. I basically went into the bus and sat down and refused to move unless we were on our way to Halong Bay. The agent said that it was alright and let us go.
Weather sucked, wet, drizzly, and chilly. I liked how the mist made the islands mysterious. But it was uncomfortable because everything felt damp, our clothes, seats, and our feet. Eh, it's Vietnam.
Overall, Brian got to meet my closest friends. He experienced my Hanoi life. It was all about food, coffee, beer, and friends. To finish it off, today he drove around while I was the passenger, after a few seconds he was already getting frustrated by other motorbikes and cars driving slow in front of us, AHA!! Road rage!
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