But I’m finally back in the states. I wrote a series of blogs on my phone while we were bussing around during the last week in Asia, so I’m going to post one of those a day just as I would a normal blog so you all can keep up. The first is from our day trip to Dalat, Vietnam. I didn’t really know we were going on this trip at all until I dropped off my bags the first night I arrived in Vietnam, only to see Nick packing a bag for the weekend trip that we were leaving for at 7am the next day! So here is my Dalat story:
Dalat
Dalat was a really odd place. It wasn’t the people or the sights, but rather the terrain of the place. I guess when I remanisce and reflect on Asia, I don’t picture pine trees, orchards, and little French two story houses everywhere.
Anyrate- it was a very touristy weekend which I just LOVED haha. I should start by saying that I do not wish to eat hot pot again until I return to Asia the next time. Almost every meal we had as a group featured hot pot, which is more or less a pot of boiling vegetables and some meat. Which is good the first time or two, but then after 6 or 7 time you’re more than ready for something new.
I really didn’t know I was going to be going to Dalat. In true glc fashion, they told me the day after getting to nha trang that I was coming on weekend adventure that was about 9 hours away. So that was okay haha, we went to a few different events which included a run down 70s amusement park, traditional dalat dancing, and this place called the crazy house.
The entire trip was okay, but the most entertaining part was when our bus broke down in the middle of nowhere in the hills of dalat. I guess this was normal problem, our driveshaft pulled apart. So, without hesitation, the driver jumped out, pulled off his shirt and got to work. I tried to offer help, but the bus employees weren’t having any of that, so I just kinda hung back and talked with the students until we heard the ice cream moto pull up haha.
Picture a little freezer attached to a moto which drives around the hills of nowhere selling kids the occasional cone here and there. We cleaned him out. We are every bit of I’ve cream, every cone, every everything and decided that he probably would be taking the month off because we probably doubled his yearly salary haha.
Finally, the bus was fixed and off we were to the rest of our trip which was plagued with car sickness and nausea.
Moral of the story, dalat is an aeesome place, just leave the tour guide at home and don’t let your driveshaft get broken in two.
Kyle.
