So, I’m won’t writing this at about twelve because we’ve had a rather jam-packed morning and I don’t know how much detail I’ll remember this in after an equally busy afternoon.
After a (too) early start we made our way off of our boat to a smaller one, one allowed to dock on shore. And the lady taking us told us a kinda fascinating fact about Vietnamese and boats. At the front of the boat, there have to be eyes painted on because they believe that doing so makes your boat more like a fish, so better and swimming and if something were to happen to the boat, you’d be less likely to sink,
Isn’t superstition in culture amazing?
People united in one belief, one thought, one hope,
Although isn’t the whole world united in at least one hope?
We went on land in a town called Mý Tho and into a temple for Buddhism, with the happy Buddha. Do you know why the buddha always smiles and is always rather large round the stomach?
The most common guess is good food.
It’s because he eats all of our sadness, and smiles to give us his happiness.
Isn’t that beautiful? Taking our sadness for his own and smiling anyways
All for us.
After the temple we went to try some pure honey, some chocolate, I saw dogs so was thoroughly happy, we herd some singing, some music from their culture,
And then we rode in boats down the local canals,
And even I can’t find the words to describe it.
The sound of the water, the laughs of the people, the colours, bursting out of themselves into our eyes, the smell of moisture and food and water and heat thick in the air,
The gentle flow of the stream, the friendliness and kindness of the other boats,
There wasn’t a moment that went by without a smile on my face,
Love, Hea xx