
I went away with a group of other women to a retreat about 2 hours from Hanoi. It was a great time to get to know people a little better, breathe some clean, quiet air and be encouraged.





Vietnamese houses are traditionally tall and narrow. This is because the land taxes are based on street frontage not area. We nearly lived in one house just like this with 4 storeys, but only about 1 room for each floor - it would have made a good leg workout each day!
You may noticed that there is no "F, J, W or Z" but there are 3 "A and O"s, 2 "D, E and U"s.
Just outside our village on the street is a food strip that opens each night from about 5.30pm onwards. We haven't yet tried the delicacy (roasted chicken feet) but did like their take on the fan-forced oven.
"Let me see: four times five is twelve, and four times six is thirteen, and four times seven is -- oh dear! I shall never get to twenty at that rate!"





Two monkeys live at the front of our village. Would anyone in Australia or Switzerland like to give them names? (email us or put a post on this blog!)
There are also two deer who live down near the children's play equipment. This one is called Bambi. She likes watching people playing tennis, just over the fence.
In our village, we also have three cats, one fish (called Bert), several small bats at night time and a croaking frog in the fountain.
We had a breakfast with the other families in the village. This was our offering, baked by Greg (with Stef searching the supermarket for labels that looked like the right ingredients).
Home delivery anyone?
This guy has palm trees taller than us on the back of his bike




