Such things no longer shock us in Vietnam, but simply make us consider the menu very carefully. As the bus drove onto the ferry, we looked out to see a guy on a moped driving off the ferry with 3 fully grown, very sunburned dead pigs strapped to the back of it.
Two toilet stops and three hours later, Erin had purchased a conical Mekong hat for a dollar and we arrived at the ferry port. He kept talking until he saw heads bobbing and decided we should all have a nap, which we gladly did. Our guide's name was Qua (as in 'je ne sais.') and he babbled on in a hilarious fashion about Ho Chi Minh City, the delights of rural life, how being female and single at 24 is just about the worst thing that can happen to you, and the merits of stopping to use what he affectionately calls 'the happy room' (loo).
We got up super early and headed down for breakfast at 6:45am: free baguette with butter and jam, bananas and tea with condensed milk, something I can honestly say im starting to really like! The tour guide arrived on time-ish to collect us and take us to the bus for the three hour drive down to the Mekong Delta.
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