Do You Know the Way to Nhin Hoa? (or know how to pronounce it)

The Road Monkey cyclists/playground builders having lunch somewhere btw Nha Trang and Nhin Hoa

Today’s route was between Nha Trang to Nhin Hoa.  I’m sure you all know exactly where that is.  It was 31K (I’m not going to convert it to miles because it’s high time we all learned the metric system!)  Tonight’s accommodations and the rest going forward are described as “unglamorous and utterly simple.”   I guess that means no watching Glee or 30Rock.  Which is fine with Marty because he says everyone in the group is incredibly nice.  Paul (the organizer) said while the people attracted to a do-good adventure like this are always nice, this is a particularly good bunch.    That’s good news because Marty was a bit under the weather– and someone needs to take of my honey!  He’s not sure if it’s something he ate plus the jetlag and lack of sleep.  I think another part could be because he misses me and Memphis.

Susan and Memphis missing Marty

He said he’ll probably be off the internet grid for several days so I’m not sure the next time I’ll hear from him.  They are off to M’Drak (?) tomorrow in the Central Highland where they will ” ride past ponds filled with lotus flowers” according to his itinerary.  Lotus flowers?  Those really exist beyond my Chinese delivery menus?

Will keep you posted when I hear anything.

Susan

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7 responses to “Do You Know the Way to Nhin Hoa? (or know how to pronounce it)

  1. Nha Trang to Nhin Hoa. It’s like going from Skokie to Libertyville. Except with snakes and palm trees.

  2. Fabulous! Love hearing these updates!

  3. The Dude: God dang you Walter! You freakin’ bum! Everything’s a freakin’ travesty with you, man! And what was all that smack about Vietnam? What theFREAK, has anything got to do with Vietnam? What the freak are you talking about?

    Walter Sobchak: Those rich freaks! This whole freakin thing… I did not watch my buddies die face down in the muck so that this freaking strumpet…

    The Dude: I don’t see any connection to Vietnam, Walter.

    Walter Sobchak: Well, there isn’t a literal connection, Dude.

    The Dude: Walter, face it, there isn’t any connection.

    Walter Sobchak: Donny was a good bowler, and a good man. He was one of us. He was a man who loved the outdoors… and bowling, and as a surfer he explored the beaches of Southern California, from La Jolla to Leo Carrillo and… up to… Pismo. He died, like so many young men of his generation, he died before his time. In your wisdom, Lord, you took him, as you took so many bright flowering young men at Khe Sanh, at Langdok, at Hill 364. These young men gave their lives. And so would Donny. Donny, who loved bowling. And so, Theodore Donald Karabotsos, in accordance with what we think your dying wishes might well have been, we commit your final mortal remains to the bosom of the Pacific Ocean, which you loved so well. Good night, sweet prince.

  4. Love the picture of eveyone sitting at the table and eating outside. Looks like a typical Vietnamese lunch. Is it similar to Thai or less spicy? Hope you feel better Marty!

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