Class and Period
25 September 2013
Lost In Hanoi
Imagine you are in a foreign jungle with your siblings and only a map. Chances are, how you are feeling is what I felt when I went on a vacation with my family and found out that I was lost with my two brothers. It was the first day and we were in Hanoi, Vietnam in the summer of 2013. What was supposed to be a normal vacation turned into an unforgettable one.
The day started with my mom and dad waking my two brothers and me up for breakfast at 7:30am. It was raining outside; therefore we decided to take a taxi to go eat breakfast at a well-known soy restaurant. One word to describe this “restaurant” that we went to is ghetto. It wasn’t the same as the ghetto we know of with guns and graffiti everywhere, it was the ghetto where it seemed really poor and was disgustingly dirty. The “tables” were 3 feet tall little metal, rectangular stands with brown spots everywhere showing they hadn’t been wiped down in a few days. The “seats” were just smaller, plastic, square versions of the table. These seats and tables were lined outside of the restaurant and partly on the busy street while the inside consisted of the so-called kitchen and home of the owners. The kitchen-home had no doors, no stoves, and no ovens, which is different than American restaurants. The restaurant, similar to most restaurants in Vietnam, had 1-2 portable stoves, a microwave, some pots and pans, and lots of flies. Even with the few supplies and many flies that they had, the food was still decent. However, you could tell that the dishes were cleaned less than the houses in the show “Hoarders: Buried Alive”.
After finishing breakfast at 8:30am, we decided to walk around to see if there was anything worth buying. For about 2 hours, we roamed the streets of Hanoi finding authentic versions and fakes of almost everything. One thing that caught my eye was a street full of plaques that you put on top of people’s graves to show who...
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