Flag flies high.
While Z was chatting away with a local,
I was being summoned over for an evening Vietnamese soup dish, made with real chicken feet.
After Z and I scarfed down some meatless feet, rain began to come down, and we were invited onto their boat. Z and I looked at each other with wide eyes and quickly accepted and were out of the rain and on a boat. A fishing boat with some real characters.
Cigarettes were had with the crew and the captain.
And the man of the boat...the captain.
The rain ceased and we walked back. Getting lost of course.
Circle of Life!
Climbing to the top of the world!
Then we chill, more relaxing, more views.
When nature calls...
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