Tuesday, December 4, 2018

Bikes, Boats & Lanterns

According to the weather report, rain wouldn't arrive until our morning bike tour ended.


It didn't take long to pedal to the rice paddies.  Men fished with nets in the irrigation canals.  


Hội An had as much rain as Hue in recent weeks.

 
Graham, the fittest member of the Sticky Rice Crew, towered over his bike.


Our terrific guide showed us the Japanese trader tomb marker.  In past centuries,  Hội An was a major port in southeast Asia.



A woman worked the paddies while a water buffalo grazed.


Water lilies were in bloom nearby.


Thien showed us how he used their leaves to filter water as a child.


I don't think I'd ever seen a lotus bloom before.


Members of the Sticky Rice Crew more cynical than I insisted somebody had staged this interspecies transport for our benefit. 


It's probably the only time everybody in the group took the same photo.


I wonder how many times this 98-year-old man has pulled his Ho Chi Minh beard for a tourist since the invention of the camera phone?


He and his wife, who died last year, farmed this family plot in between lucrative poses.


Hand watering requires a strong back.


Drizzle turned to steady rain.


The intrepid Sticky Rice Crew soldiered on.


We bought plastic ponchos for less than 50 cents at an impromptu rest stop.


Round bamboo boats soon replaced our bikes.



Unanticipated fun--the best kind--quelled the rain.


Post spinning, we boarded a small boat with our bikes for the twenty-minute return to Hue. Our guide served ice cold water, watermelon and pineapple.


After drying off at the hotel, we took a cab to our beginning lantern-making class.  It required gluing four pieces of fabric (our choice) to a pre-assembled frame before adding ribbon trim and a tassel (also our choice). 


The adorable instructors were brother and sister with enormous reserves of patience.  I had forgotten how much I enjoyed arts & crafts.


By the time we finished, the rain finally had stopped.  Apparently, David Beckham is Hội An's tonsorial role model.


I bought a popsicle from this boy's mother and gave him the change.


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