While I'm busy being punctuated, I thought I should take advantage having an extra few weeks in Vietnam, but making an extended goodbye through the blog.
As any expat here will tell you, there's a lot of the 'same shit, different day' about living in Vietnam. For example, the intercom to our apartment doesn't work. It has never worked. And I presume that it never will work.
As we do far too regularly, last night we ordered online takeaways. And when our food was delivered the security guard decided, to ring the intercom. What happens then, is that intercom phone rings, and Mr Martin picks it up and yells come up! come up! come up! into it. And presses the buzzer few times. None of this seems to work, because a little while later it rings again, and repeat, and repeat and repeat until either the security guard just lets the guy up anyway, or the guy rings us on the phone and we tell him to come up.
Every time.
But when you tell the security people that the intercom doesn't work, then you get a great procession of security guards coming through the apartment, and ringing the phone and pushing the buzzer, until eventually one of them concludes that the intercom in fact doesn't work. Problem solved! not at all.
Every time.
However, one of the great things about being here is that every day you get to experience something new. And yesterday I learned that arrowroot is not just a kind of boring biscuit.
It is also a kind of boring vegetable that gets boiled and then eaten by the Vietnamese as a healthy snack.
It looks a bit like a parsnip, or maybe like ginger. It tastes of pure starch, with the added bonus of stringy bits that get stuck between your teeth. I asked my friend if it supposed to be dipped in something, and she said, no - you just eat it as it is. For health.
But, according to Wikipedia, arrowroot flour will prevent crystals from forming in homemade ice-cream. So it's probably really the best thing ever. Actually.
As any expat here will tell you, there's a lot of the 'same shit, different day' about living in Vietnam. For example, the intercom to our apartment doesn't work. It has never worked. And I presume that it never will work.
As we do far too regularly, last night we ordered online takeaways. And when our food was delivered the security guard decided, to ring the intercom. What happens then, is that intercom phone rings, and Mr Martin picks it up and yells come up! come up! come up! into it. And presses the buzzer few times. None of this seems to work, because a little while later it rings again, and repeat, and repeat and repeat until either the security guard just lets the guy up anyway, or the guy rings us on the phone and we tell him to come up.
Every time.
But when you tell the security people that the intercom doesn't work, then you get a great procession of security guards coming through the apartment, and ringing the phone and pushing the buzzer, until eventually one of them concludes that the intercom in fact doesn't work. Problem solved! not at all.
Every time.
However, one of the great things about being here is that every day you get to experience something new. And yesterday I learned that arrowroot is not just a kind of boring biscuit.
It is also a kind of boring vegetable that gets boiled and then eaten by the Vietnamese as a healthy snack.
It looks a bit like a parsnip, or maybe like ginger. It tastes of pure starch, with the added bonus of stringy bits that get stuck between your teeth. I asked my friend if it supposed to be dipped in something, and she said, no - you just eat it as it is. For health.
But, according to Wikipedia, arrowroot flour will prevent crystals from forming in homemade ice-cream. So it's probably really the best thing ever. Actually.
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