Something quite interesting
about the school is that it's about 30% girls and 70% boys. This is
generally been out down to the fact that makes get preferences ver
females here, so only the sons get sent to private school. Vietnam is a
little behind the rest of the world when it comes to feminism. Some
year 12 girls were telling me how mothers want to find out the baby's
gender asap, and often get the pregnancy terminated if its a girl. She
was also saying how she wants to go to university, but her mother would
like her to get married and stay at home. An interesting contrast to
back home.
We got in a little trouble
yesterday for the first time. We got taken out in the morning to go
visit the ho chi Minh maselium and museum (even though his body wasn't
there so we couldn't see that, and when we got back we went for lunch
then we were just in time for nap time. Now we all had a little snooze,
and not having anywhere to go after, we talked and chilling on the
bunks then one by one we all fell asleep. Now the buses home have a
very strict leaving time, of 4 on the dot, so when I woke up, looked at
the clock and saw 4:03, I kinda yelled to wake u the other
girls, and ran down the 6 big flights of stairs to the ground floor,
only to see the teacher looking just a little bit cranky as well as our
host sisters and the very unhappy bus drivers. Everyone was already on
the buses, and they were watching us. The worst bit was having to
explain to Hue that we were late because we were napping. Not a great
ending to a good day.
But anyway, the students
are given lunch, and pay for it in their school fees, so they just
group and get what they want, kinda like how Id imagine an American
cafeteria would work. We'd heard about this famous food from the girls
who did the Vietnam exchange last year as well the students. All of
this being negative and about how terrible the food is. On Tuesday we
decided to try this food, and it wasn't too bad at all! However
yesterday's and today's... weren't worth venturing, so on Wednesday we
had an interesting experience trying to order food in an all Vietnamese
restaurant. I know basic words like 'pork', 'chicken', 'beef' and
'fish', so that kind of helped but when we decided we wanted pork, we
simply did eenie meenie to pick one at random. I didn't think it was
too bad, but the girls decided on going to the western style fast food
joint around the corner. Yesterday however some of the young English
teachers took us across the road for a bun cha (like, 'boon char') and
it was really delicious, we kinda got to creat our own little noodle
soups with pork pieces and spring rolls. Very delish.
The
canteen also Supplies breakfast if you pay for it, and the last few
days I've been getting brekkie from school. I've had eggs and phô, but
this morning was....an 'interesting' experience and I'd be lying if I
said I didn't throw up a little. It was like, white rice in good form,
surrounding some form of curried meat and vegetables, all wrapped in a
giant leaf. I'll attach a few pics of me trying it... They're very
attractive, so yeah, be ready for that.
I also
had another' interesting' food experience at home the other night when
my parents had some family friends visiting. My mum made this little
sticky rice cakes, which, in vietnam, is apparently the equivalent of
pavlova in Australia. Anyway, I had a little bite (with like, 10 people
watching) and liked the outside so said 'mmmmmm!' and took a big bite
of the centre. See, I didn't know this cake thing had a filling, so as
soon as I tasted it, my gag reflexes kicked in, and I didn't hesitate
it spitting my huge mouthful right back into my bowl... with everyone
still watching me. Luckily it takes a lot to offend the Vietnamese, so
they thought this was absolutely hysterical and all of them burst out
laughing. Even the baby started giggling, and he didn't even know what
was happening. I've already told y'all about my distaste for veggies
and while I am trying everything while here, one thing I cannot stand
are beans. Turns out the centre of this cake was made of puréed beans,
and the beans here are even worse than the ones back home, so yes, not
a great ending to that dinner but I figure a smile and a laugh and
it'll all be forgotten soon enough. And if not, at least i don't speak
their language, so I can't understand their mocking.
Also,
a bit random, but I just thought I'd share 2 things I saw yesterday on
the bus ride home from school that kinda freaked me out. I saw a man
driving a motorbike, with a dead, skinned pig at his feet. Now I'm not
talking a cute little pig like babe.. nah, like a full grown sow sized
one. It was on its back, and it was so big that it's hooves we're
nearly dragging on the road on both sides. I like to think that we get
our pork from the OTHER butcher haha. I also saw (another motorbike
story) this bike, with a huge bottle of propane attached on the
back....attached by one thin piece of rope. As a result it was, perhaps
the most precarious thing I've ever seen, and I was thankful when it
turned a corner (causing the bottle to swing wildly) and moved away
from our bus. These are just 2 of the more interesting things I've
seen, but being in Vietnam is like a contest of who can carry the
largest and most abstract objects on the back of motor, or push bikes.
I'm
also attaching some pics of nap time, ange and i working in the primary
school and the poster we had to make (before anyone mentions that i
have my top button undone, you should just try and understand how
incredibly hot it is over here, but regardless, I'd appreciate if that
could NOT be shown to mrs Crowshaw or anyone) and some other things
that don't really have a category.
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| Our creation |
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| my, ugh, 'breakfast' |
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| NAPTIME. gotta love the spooning here |
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| enjoying naptime |
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| Having a snooze |
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