October 15, 2004 Danang, Vietnam
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I hired a guy to drive me out to the ruins of My Son this morning. The ruins were nice, but the site was small. The bad thing about seeing Bagan in Burma is that nothing else can compare to it.
I stopped in Danang to visit Ha. She works 12 hours a day, 6 days a week (8 as a translator, 4 as an English teacher), so she arranged me to meet two of her students, Linh and Han. We had Vienamese coffee (too strong, I have to dillute it with water), then met Ha for the local specialty: dry noodles with salad and pork. Once again, it was cheap and good, and I would have never found it without help. Then we all cruised around town on motorbikes, and finished off the night drinking more dilluted Vietnamese coffee, and eating dried watermellon seeds.