Friday, 29 April 2011
Heart heart heart
For running away to and writing a terribly written novel about nothing consisting of about ten pages.
Thursday, 28 April 2011
The perfect bird cage
Like most things I want not that practical and difficult to carry home. May have to settle for snow globe.
I've got Hos in different area codes
Went to see Uncle Ho this morning but unfortunately I was looking a little too Ho for Ho. Got pulled out of a massive line of people by a lady with a loud speaker and got made to cover up with a scarf. Lined up for ages to see Ho -was kind of weird to see him just lying in a glass case like a communist snow white flanked by heaps of guards who just have to stand there all day with huge guns. Got in trouble a lot - for walking on the grass (something not to be enjoyed by the working masses clearly) and then got manhandled by the guard for walking too slowly past the coffin (slight exaggeration for dramatic effect but he did grab my arm and propel me forward which I think safely falls into a loose interpretation of manhandling)
The Presidential Palace where Ho Chi Minh definitely did not live. |
The modest stilt house right next door to the palace where Ho did live. |
Ho's lamp |
Ho's peacock in a ridiculously small cage. |
Ho's guard. |
Ho's fish. |
Don't go down the shoe shine street
unless you have shiny, shiny shoes. These nearly caused a riot. Got accosted by many in a swarm like formation. One guy even said he would do it for free he was so upset and then followed me asking me why not like I was some kind of freak. Totally not getting my early nineties grunge aesthetic but then not many people do.
Sunday, 24 April 2011
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