After a few days in Hanoi and Ho Chi Minh City we are the city, and that has strange consequences. Last night I shot for example in a panic wake up due to the absence of the brommerlawaai. That ubiquitous tweetaktgezoem that after three days in Vietnamese cities in my ears grew. Crazy how fast that went. How deep my sleep was, the fact that my ears are less than 370 horns per minute is registered, should one or another primitive alarm in my head have caused. ‘Wake up, all life on earth is gone!’ cried my idiotic brain cells somewhat melodramatic. But I was just in a hotel room in the countryside, immersed in a peaceful silence that I no longer knew, closer to the real than the metaphorical ant.Rehab, blown
A lot worse as a result of our plattelandsvlucht is The Large Koffieprobleem. You need to know: tea belongs to a film crew to the basic Survival. Much more important than luxebehoeftes as eating, sleeping or breathing. And let coffee now just be something special in this beautiful country. It is a remnant of the French colonial power, which also to note is the Vietnamese word for it: cà phê. But that's where any comparison ends. You get in your cup of concentrated brown siroopje that they warm water and a camionlading condensed sweet milk pouring. And often also ice cubes. Don't get me wrong: the result is, except which is a great start, something that is not wrong tastes. But it is not coffee. And that makes our early mornings there not be any easier. In the big cities, we had that problem. Suddenly bulkte anywhere from the coffee bars and espresso - where we are as a pack of hyenas on have deposited. But here, on the magnificent countryside around Ho Chi Minh City, is again to rehab blown. Maybe that's why my brain cells crazy things to do.