Sapa & Hoi An. There Will Be Blood.
Faces of Sapa:
Even on a hike through the remote villages of northern Vietnam, karaoke was still readily available.
"It's gonna take a lot to drag me away from you. There's nothing that a hundred men or more could ever do. I bless the rains down in Africa."
Remember when I fell down the hill?
The so-called Hot Springs:
Our homestay hood:
A nearby school:
The front of our home:
Front porch:
The main level bedrooms/living space:
Justin & November's side of the loft:
Our side:
The kitchen (can you find the pig head?):
Sitting around the kitchen while Mom and our guide, Mei, prepare dinner:
A delicious meal with Brother Shnick and Mei. Favorite course: french fries.
Pictured below is Uncle, who also lived in the village with his family. Uncle and Dad took a special liking to Justin--who they nicknamed "Buffalo". Derek was named "Man".
On our overnight stay, Uncle invited us to his home in order to sacrifice a pig for the New Year (Tet). This is a tradition that takes place in every home around the village. Throughout the night and into the early morning we awoke to the sound of squealing pigs. Can you hear the lambs screaming, Clarice?
Eagerly awaiting our pig meal (which would be our second dinner in 3 hours).
Grandpa:
Mmmmmm dinner:
As part of the Tet tradition, each of us had to drink raw pig's blood which had coagulated due to the cold. Thanks, Derek.
The only way to top pig's blood in the evening is to drink it in the morning as well. Lucky for us, our host family chose to sacrifice their pig early the next day. Instead of fluffy banana pancakes, we partook in another delicious pig meal (including another bowl of pig's blood).
Other than a few hot flashes from drinking the blood, we survived and made it back to Hanoi.
Waiting for Handspan to open in the wee hours of the morning...CHOCOLATE TORTE (the anticipation begins to mount):
Then it was off to Hoi An via Danang. Highlight: Stacey was able to get on the PA system of the aircraft and make an announcement. This may have been Justin's lowlight.
Hoi An, once known as Faifo, was a major international port in the 16th and 17th centuries, and the foreign influences are discernible to this day. While the serious shipping business has long since moved to Danang, the heart of the city is still the Old Town, full of winding lanes and Chinese-styled shophouses.
Here, we biked around the town, ate, drank, went for massages, saw fireworks, ate, lost a bike key, went to the beach and ate.
Even on a hike through the remote villages of northern Vietnam, karaoke was still readily available.
"It's gonna take a lot to drag me away from you. There's nothing that a hundred men or more could ever do. I bless the rains down in Africa."
Remember when I fell down the hill?
The so-called Hot Springs:
Our homestay hood:
A nearby school:
The front of our home:
Front porch:
The main level bedrooms/living space:
Justin & November's side of the loft:
Our side:
The kitchen (can you find the pig head?):
Sitting around the kitchen while Mom and our guide, Mei, prepare dinner:
A delicious meal with Brother Shnick and Mei. Favorite course: french fries.
Pictured below is Uncle, who also lived in the village with his family. Uncle and Dad took a special liking to Justin--who they nicknamed "Buffalo". Derek was named "Man".
On our overnight stay, Uncle invited us to his home in order to sacrifice a pig for the New Year (Tet). This is a tradition that takes place in every home around the village. Throughout the night and into the early morning we awoke to the sound of squealing pigs. Can you hear the lambs screaming, Clarice?
Eagerly awaiting our pig meal (which would be our second dinner in 3 hours).
Grandpa:
Mmmmmm dinner:
As part of the Tet tradition, each of us had to drink raw pig's blood which had coagulated due to the cold. Thanks, Derek.
The only way to top pig's blood in the evening is to drink it in the morning as well. Lucky for us, our host family chose to sacrifice their pig early the next day. Instead of fluffy banana pancakes, we partook in another delicious pig meal (including another bowl of pig's blood).
Other than a few hot flashes from drinking the blood, we survived and made it back to Hanoi.
Waiting for Handspan to open in the wee hours of the morning...CHOCOLATE TORTE (the anticipation begins to mount):
Then it was off to Hoi An via Danang. Highlight: Stacey was able to get on the PA system of the aircraft and make an announcement. This may have been Justin's lowlight.
Hoi An, once known as Faifo, was a major international port in the 16th and 17th centuries, and the foreign influences are discernible to this day. While the serious shipping business has long since moved to Danang, the heart of the city is still the Old Town, full of winding lanes and Chinese-styled shophouses.
Here, we biked around the town, ate, drank, went for massages, saw fireworks, ate, lost a bike key, went to the beach and ate.
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