Chicken Street

Well in Qingtian we had under the bridge, in Hanoi we have Chicken Street. Chicken Street is really Ly Van Phuc Street and is an outdoor street filled with BBQ chicken stalls. Of course the parts of chicken that westerners and locals prefer differ and there is a choice of neck, feet, legs and wings. The guys from school love it and took me along, and then Liam and Ollie arrived from western China so we all went along and had icy cold beers (in abundance) and a couple of chook legs. Dave and Tash are never shy of Chicken Street and we racked up a rather large bill, but well worth every dong.

So after Trev arrived, it only seemed right that we introduce him to Chicken Street and again another late night was had. Tom and Claire are quite well known there to the extant that Tom has his own personal harem there who whisk him away and into a bedroom with airconditioning and pamper him. Poor little Claire always seems to get left behind with us. But that just makes her part of the atmosphere of Chicken Street.

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Trev's Home

On Wednesday Trev flew into Hanoi for the first time since we have been here. This was all very exciting and I had prepared the kids for his arrival, well I can believe this can't I ?

He arrived when I was working so my school had organised to collect him with a sign and then bring him back to school as by now you would have seen the lane we live on in the pictures and people who've been to the house before still get lost. Except there was yet another miscommunication between myself and the school, and mid way through my class they came in to tell me they could no longer collect Trev. The minor problem here was that he was already in the air. I saw red, and to cut a long story short gave the school an ultimatum to collect him or I would and not return to school ever.

So it seems, I have resigned. And Trev, the kids and I are enjoying Hanoi and seeing ths sights making the house a home and generally enjoying each others company.

Don't fear, I have a job interview this Thursday and feel quite content in my decision.

Funky Physical Friday

I have survived the first week of school with my class of Year 5's. They are a good bunch of kids and we have already established some kind of rapport. On the whole they have reasonable English and then you have the frightening one or two who have none. I've been in touch with one mother who told me her son had only been learning English since January. Now a teacher is not a miracle worker, there is no way known this kid will be able to keep up with class, I can only hope I give him enough to be able to enjoy school. What are some people thinking???

Our topic this term is called Fit for Life and we have been doing a number of get to know you sessions with some writing included. Dr Seuss was a hit and unlike my Chinese kids, these guys can rhyme. At the end of the week I decided to give them something to look forward to and burn some energy. So after all the work for the week is done we go crazy with Funky Physical Friday. Let's just say I was a fried and frazzled at the end of it, but they loved it, and the poor kid with no English was enjoying playing.

Liam, a mate from China is making his way to Hanoi on Monday. It will be great to catch up with him and to meet Ollie, and I just got word from Trev that he is hopeful he'll be here by Wednesday.

School Chaos

Well I have been at work for a week now and in that time had some highs and lows. The teaching staff are mostly good people, there always has to be one that spoils the bunch and amongst the more vocal we are running odds on how long she will last. The first few days at school were just plain overwhelming, there wasn't any structure and you were left to fend for yourself in more ways than one.

I had a problem with this, as I wanted to be professional. When everything you do here is foreign and way more time consuming than at home, I wanted to feel that the school and classroom were my domain and that I'd feel comfy. Well fish out of water would be the better way of picturing this. But at last on Thursday I was given my books and most of the things the kids will need, as opposed to saying "I must order it" and many things fell into place.

David, an Aussie who has been here about a year I gather has taken Tash and I (newcomers) under his wing. He is sending the local staff to help us and making sure all is OK. He has also become my staunch drinking partner in Trev's absence because at the end of hard morning you need a Halida beer or two to have the courage to face the afternoon back at school. Then we all meet up around 6 for some more beers and bite to eat.

Some of my favourite local hangouts now include Chicken Street (BBQ food), R and R Bar (already mentioned here) and the Bun Cha place besides the Botanical Gardens. All in all the beer here is good, and the food both western and Vietnamese is proving to be quite tasty.

Home Sweet Home

After much haggling from you guys I have quickly toured the house snapping photos and as I thought you can't really tell much about the place. It is still sparcely furnished and has yet to be "Mitchell'd" but that will come with time and belongings. Of which we are sitll missing 5 boxes and 1 husband. Take a tour of the house and come up with a name for the third floor Guesthouse (spare bedrooms and bathroom).

Vietnam Quilts

So far most of the expats I have met are here working in an aid type role or teaching. The aid roles vary dramatically from environmental education (saving tigers or deforestation) to training the locals in management postiions. Then in addition to these there are also the NGO's (non-government organisations) which do what they can to bring social justice to small communities.

Two very impressive NGO's I have supported and will continue to are KOTO Know One Teach One an Aussie run training cafe giving street kids vocational training in hospitality. Some people criticise the price of the food there but for the cause and the venue I love it.

And the other little place I have fallen for is Vietnam Quits. Vietnam Quilts is a program for women in the rural villages of Bình Thuân or Hâu Giang, originally very poor and often desperate for work. Before the quilting project these women would travel to far-away fields in search of work, leaving their children at home. In the worst situations the children were locked up until their mother returned in the evening or the day next. Upon commencement of employment in one of the quilting groups, the women now have a regular income. After a few months the women’s skills improve and they are able to earn $2 USD a day. These earnings increase the family’s income by 50-100%.

Besides the financial benefit to the women, Vietnam Quilts through their NGO provide training on health and hygiene. The women also receive employment benefits in the form of health insurance, a birth, wedding and funeral allowance.

Watch out Trev you could soon be funding 100s more country women into work as I buy all their wonderful stock.

R and R Bar

I have visited this place twice now and both times bumped in to a friendly guy who has introduced me to a number of other people. The staff are really friendly and their little girl Pattie is taken by the twins. She even jumped in the pram next to Claire when Tom was off visiting his friends. They seem to have a band there some nights, and last night was practice night which entertained the kids just nicely.

The bar is known as the 'teacher's bar' here and offer discounts of up to 30% on some nights.

R and R Bar, Lo Su Street, Hoan Kiem, it's due east from the lake near the water puppets.

When will it rain?

Figuring I’d had my brush with death on a motorbike today I didn’t think I could have two accidents in one day. Miss Hue showed me on the map where a good supermarket was, and so I set out to look for some kitchen essentials namely knives, forks, spoons, tongs and a potato masher. A dinner set was also on the list because so far I have only seen them sold loose, except for the Chinese style little bowls and ceramic spoons. I was less than 100m from home, still in the lane not even on the main road when a Xe Om (motorbike taxi) asked me to jump on. I negotiated a price and off we rode.

Now for two weeks I have been asking everyone when is the rainy season as I thought I was arriving in the wet season, it certainly has been hot, but for a few showers now and again it’s just been like a Darwin build up. Well less than 30 seconds after I jumped on the back of this damn motorbike the heavens opened. I was still in the laneway and could have happily and easily retreated to the comforts of home and dealt with the lack of kitchenware another day, but do you think I could tell this guy to stop? NO NO What I did achieve was lowering the price dramatically and having the hair raising scariest mother of all motorbike rides. The rain was coming horizontal and stinging and you know how shite the traffic gets in the wet at home, multiply that by 1000 and I was just hanging on for dear life. I won’t be asking anyone else when it will rain.

Xe Om's

I have had my first motorbike accident. Nothing to fear, I was walking in the laneways near home and being the Aussie that I am, I turned a corner and hung to the left hand side of the lane. Next corner, which are all ‘blind’ and dangerous a very safe lady biker turned the corner and BAM straight into me. Both of us were very apologetic, but plainly it was the foreigner at fault in this case.

Urban Camping

What can I say, 2 weeks in Hanoi and we have moved in to our new home. Yes we will be doing some urban camping for a few days, but I’m sure it won’t be too long until it’s home sweet home.

I am still missing/waiting for the boxes to arrive, which I sent by airmail more than 3 weeks ago now. I have a funny feeling they have gone to a better place, surely not better than our place.

We live down a lane off a main street called Doi Can not far from the Botanical Gardens and Ho Chi Minh’s Mausoleum. For those who came to Qingtian and saw the rabbit warren maze type set up of the little streets, it’s very similar without the interesting river rock walls and if possible more confusing. At least in Qingtian you never came to a dead end. So far I have only found my way out to the main street using 4 ways, not 4 times don’t worry I am not in a void.

The one pitfall of our home is that you can’t get a car to it. The lane is too narrow. This has been overcome by the exchange of telephone number with a ‘cyclo’ rider. In the Old Quarter cyclos are push bikes with a comfy lounge chair on the front used for tourism, out this way they seem to be a push bike, with removable comfy seat which is then turned into push bike come trailer. They are handy indeed and we got all our bags, 2 cots and the kids chairs in on one trip.

The internet should be connected at home on Wednesday, the workers have been here installing a cable and while they were here I got 2 eye hooks put in the door frames for you guessed it ……JOLLY JUMPERS. Tom has already stretched part of his chain so much that I had to take it down the lane ways and replace the weak link. This was done using a motorbike spring. Improvise, adapt and overcome. Thank god for jolly jumpers, there is peace in the house at last and it might mean that Miss Hue (Hway) our nanny will understand the kids like their space. Claire has taken to being held all the time, which will have to ‘beaten’ out of her gently.

As far as mod cons go, the house is large with 3 floors. All floors are air-conditioned and the 2 bathrooms have real loos and hot running water. Not too sure what the water pressure on the third floor is like, but there is a pump downstairs to get it up there. The bottom is living space and then the second floor is where the kids and me live in 2 rooms with a large bathroom, and the top floor is the same again 2 rooms and a bathroom. Still thinking of a witty name for the third floor guesthouse. We have 3 spare beds and a plenty of space, so all you need to do now is come on over and check the place out.

My Vietnamese is still poor and I am eager to learn, unfortunately the only things I can say are about babies. I’m pretty sure one of the many reasons I had for leaving Australia was that I was sick of talking about babies and that surely there is more to life than the twins. Well apparently not.

So there you have it, we are home and comfortable. Very much looking forward to Trev joining us in about a month.

Thang Long Water Puppets

There is a marionnette puppet theatre here in Hanoi, the major difference is instead of the strings heading up above to the puppeteers they are horizontal and hidden by water to the puppeteers who stand behind a screen. It's an art form which evolved from the rice paddies. The show was interesting in the same way Chinese opera is, that is there were the decorative puppets, lighting, loud dramatic folk music and some screeching singing.