I should mention a little story
that happened on our first morning in the hotel in Ho Chi Minh. I somehow
forgot to add this to the blog, possibly because I was feeling rough that day,
but I feel that it must be told now.
We woke, showered, dressed and
made our way down for breakfast. After breakfast we headed back to the room and
went through our routine for preparing for the day ahead. As I was clearing
some things of my bed I noticed something dark near my pillow. I leaned closer,
and there, nestled between my pillow and the mattress was a huge cockroach. Had it been there all
night? Had it just surfaced when we went for breakfast? Whatever and whenever,
I had a little freak-out and exclaimed something along the lines of “what the
flip is that mother-licker!”. It remained there, motionless, whilst we
photographed the evidence, and then I attempted to contain it. With bin in one
hand and left hand poised to remove cushion, I couldn’t help but picture the
opening scene in Indian Jones when he takes the idol from the temple. As I made
the move, something didn’t go to plan and the cockroach disappeared. It wasn’t
in the bin. It wasn’t on the bed. It had probably been flung into my rucksack
or somewhere. Oh joy. But then I looked again, and it was casually sitting
there, in the bin, clinging on like a stag beetle. I quickly slammed the bin
open-end-down onto the bed and went down to reception to tell the of the
situation. She was very apologetic and sent the cleaner up to get rid of it. Easier
said than done though as the language barrier proved a tricky on to overcome,
but I got the message across and she whisked it away. I don’t know what happened
to it, and I don’t much care, but it was gone and we could carry on with our
day.
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| Papa Roach |
It also meant that every night
afterwards I would be checking under my pillow before I went to sleep…
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