We have been quiet for a while but life continued on regardless, the continuing journey of teaching in Viet Nam. The only notably interesting thing that occurred was our visit to the local Buddhism theme park. When we arrived I thought that I would never be able to leave. The park is considerable in size but on the day we went there were so few people that we recognised the few that were there when we occassionally bumped into them. Its probably one of the most bizarre and fantastic places I have ever been to and there is still a chance I might set up home there. The park is decorated with lurid plastic creations of mountains, dragons and buddha's. Within its confines it held a water park with pitch black water slides that shoot water straight into your face at unexpected intervals and also nets and floating rafts to play strange, slow water polo.
We ran round the park giggling with the wide grins of retarded children to the roller-coaster, whose thrill was if it was going to stay on the tracks, and the crocodile farm, where Tim dangled raw meat in front of the face of snapping crocodiles. A place where tasing ferocious wild animals is actively encouraged.
We were so excited that we even went to the supermarket thinking that it might be a bizarre food wonderland but left quickly when we realised it was just a supermarket.
Exciting and fun yet still the routine of life until the clouds parted and a plane carrying a very Devon contigent landed in Siagon...
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