now I geddit...there is a difference between pho and bun...just like wid asians, noodles all look de same....and with this racist misconception there has got to be a story...
a western colleague is leaving the project after a year on the job and it's also his birthday and splashes out with a big do for his mates at a posh hotel somewhere in Quang Binh province...it was a 'poolside party' so ye knew there were gonna be a lot of drunken 'water sports'...
to the host who is a mate I said lets include a couple of the management girls from the hotel where I live who he knows and he said why not?...they are lovely girls...and I went together with them to the do with them modestly but tastefully attired and me in Thailand clown shorts and t-shirt to find the other westerners similarly attired...uh oh...
there was a magnificent seafood and steak buffet but did people bother?,no...it was western big time misbehaving being hurled into the pool; a VN secretary was hurled into the pool attired in her black sheath cocktail dress then changed into cutoffs and a halter and did a lewd dance in order to get hurled into the pool again...asian girlfriends of various nationalities lounged about in bikinis begging to be hurled...it was western bacchanalia en masse and I cast a protective eye on my modest VN charges but they had fled into the hotel somewhere...
when they re-appeared it was late and I said 'time to go?' as we had an hour drive back to our hotel the next province over...I had foraged some leftovers from the buffet to give an to eccentric colleague back at our hotel who doesn't spend money but makes do with scraps from the hotel restaurant and one of my girls faced me ferociously and said 'I'll have that scrap leg of lamb...' and I knew something was amiss as vietnamese don't eat mutton...
the driver floored it out of the hotel parking lot and soon we were on the main highway heading north and then the car stopped in front of a crummy looking open restaurant and one of the girls growled: 'we're hungry' and I whimpered:' please, do they have ice for my vodka...?' then magnificent bowls of noodles appeared of a like that I had never seen before, vermicelli type rice noodles with condiments and although I was stuffed to the gizzards with steak and lobster I dug in...the vodka neglected on the side...
then I said that is remarkable: what is it called?...the girls were on home ground and sate after the noodles and indicated 'bun' on the sign board out side...and I thought: that's what sbk was on about in the thaivisa thread...
we slumbered in the car on the way back to the beach hotel...I had lost respect but had gained new knowledge....
win a few, lose a few...
Edited by tutsiwarrior, 2011-06-19 03:27:20.