The last night had been an …interesting one, because of the “architecture” of the rooms (I should have taken a photo!). The wall to the neighbouring room was open over the bathroom, and you could hear well what was going on there (a couple was staying there). And I heard something in the late evening and in the very early morning. The first time was funny, because I had my earphones in and listened to music on youtube while I was writing diary and I was a bit confused, because I knew that music well from youth on and was sure that something didn’t belong to the song. Soon after the second time (maybe there was something in between, too, but I was busy with sleeping), they left and when I left a bit later, I saw through the open door the battlefield they had left. I always wondered about people throwing the waste simply on the ground and was sure they wouldn’t do that at home. Now, I know that at least this couple doesn’t regard a hotel room equal to their home and thus leave the rubbish on the floor. The floor additionally was wet, the light burning etc. I couldn’t do that even if nobody knows that I was it, but they had to give their passports to the manager when checking in.
This day, it was not dry anymore although it was not definitely raining. It was just wet from all sides, so I again took only few photos.
The second one was instead of writing a note. Not only today, I saw many shops selling coffins or caskets made of wood, respectively stone. And for a while I only noticed that there are sometimes as many coffins for children as for adults. When I see something, I often must be fast to write it down, before I get used to it. In this case, the question “why?” arises. Regarding child mortality, Vietnam is better than Turkey or Brasilia, approximately average of all countries (the range is between 2/1000 in Japan and 110/1000 in Afghanistan, Vietnam: 17/1000)
The last photo needed some willpower, because I had to find the right position for a selfie (what in general is not my strong point) while people were watching and maybe wondering. But for the word game Vinh-win situation, it had to be done.
For the end a confession (recall from my “cycling notes”)
Wifi…
Mr.G “can” wifi. I knew before but ignored it as a feature that I would not need (you know, the older people become the more they feel surrounded by things they or nobody can need…)
So far, I planned my tours with komoot on the PC. My phone is synchronized with the PC. And then I tried to establish a Bluetooth connection between Mr.G and phone, as in the instructions told. This is sometimes tiring, because they don’t find each other or lose each other before finishing sending and I often have to restart, etc. And now, I found out that and how Mr.G can be connected to the internet. And after that I found out that now without any problems the data can be even faster transferred to him. Took my just 165 days of travelling and even longer of using this device….
That reminds me on something else I wanted to tell for a while:
I didn’t become better in cycling. I maybe can go longer without breaks, maybe I am a bit stronger, faster or what ever but not better. If someone takes a guitar you can tell by his/her movements about the routine and skills of playing. The same with those cycling artists who can make great tricks or stunts. And I didn’t become better, and my thought is, that I didn’t go to any limit of my skills to get better. I just drive. So sometimes, I try to drive on the marking line of the lane to become a bit more skilful and then I am again lazy and just go on. So far, in general my theory was, that it is enough to deal with something to get better. Now I think you must deal with the limits of your skills do shift these limits. But this is no new theory yet, only a new hypothesis.