TODAY WE GO ALL ETHNIC
14th Nov 2018
AND WE WERE THE MINORITY
No 14 HanoiBus – Fucking Useless for Tourists again
Its high time the Staff had some inservice training on how to handle tourists.
We had written down the bus stop, showed the Conductress
the place we wanted to go to the Ethnology Museum and guess what ?
She took us two stops past the get off point. Thats two kilometres.
Even getting off at the right stop we had a 600 metre walk in the wild
with the traffic. Plus Dogs tied up on the pavement ? being fattened up ?
So 2 6 kilometres later we arrived at the Museum
Where bus loads of tourists were alighting with their paid guides.
Oh, I do hope they paid well for that.
Almost certainly in excess of 200,000 Dong each.
We paid 14000 Dong to arrive thats less than 50p for two and think of the exercise.
Once inside at 40,000 Dong each we were met
with all 54 ethnic tribes colourful life style.
Nice gloss photos missing the real struggle
for survival these tribes faced even without the
Frogs & Yanks burning, looting, raping and killing.
Tribal Art,Folk Law and Handcrafts but one whole room devoted to death
and its ritual sacrifices.
THere were ramps beside the stairs the first that we have seen at any of the mueums.
However there are 15 large steps to negotiate to get into the building and no lift to the second floor exhibits.
Only a spiral staircase.
Please make a small sacrifice Vietnam for the disabled and think of the
difference it would make.
Incidently fat frogs are a delicacy here.
I saw a woman smashing them live against the concrete step
one at as time until her basket was full od dead ones
And watch out for dog stew.
A bowl of appetising noodles may be disguising the pet poodle.
Back up the road with weary legs
To the No 14 bus for the return journey.
We had just missed one but the wait was worth it
We were first in the queue.
(AND TO LISTEN TO THE ORCHESTRA OF HORN HOOTING
MOSTLY FOR ROAD RAGE INCIDENTS)
OH NO. When the bus came this middle aged menopausal pushed past the two of us to get on first and a seat.
What she had not bargained for was a piece of my mind.
Seems the Vienamese want to ethnically cleanse all except their own and I say
that because taking ones life in ones hands when crossing the road is a lottery.
Especially if the road is wide, the Little Green Man shows green
AND you are on a crossing
That is real ethnic cleansing time.
Now I never argue with a bus – its bigger than me – but a moped maniac I can handle.
So I wave my bag in his face when he comes too close hoping for the strawberry jam scene
WOT ME SIR ? I NEVER TOUCHED HIM – HE SWERVED AS HE TRIED TO RUN ME OVER.
I WAS IN MY RIGHTS PEDESTRIANS WERE HERE FIRST, ANIMALS NEXT
THEN MOTORISED TRAFFIC LAST.
The rest of the day was for resting