Friday, October 30, 2009

Intimidating Quotes For Sports Shirts

Cultural Shock and old slippers



At a party warm October, I'm on a terrace''''''Party''for a starting 3 of my good friends who leave Vietnam for good. Still starts. I'm not complaining too much, that's life I chose. But this evening, there was a newcomer. Belgium. He stared at something in the air head. I asked him what was happening and he told me he is hallucinating, seeing the millions of electric son walking around in the air perpendicular to the street. Thousands of cables dangling all sorts and are moving in all directions. In the same breath, one of our friends told him to be careful while walking in the street because his friend got a shock Power Frolla one of these cables was a bit too low. I had a sort of creepy in the back. I do not even m'appercois there are thousands of son. They are part of the landscape ... as the roof of the house. And Belgium continues to set the sky. I
descents m'appercoit stairs and there are two children who sleep on a mattress between the crate of bottles of coke ... the second floor of the restaurant, between two tables. Because, here, usually, the family lives in the restaurant. In the evening, you look in the windows of shops and you see the mattresses and piled the family in front of a fan jostling for their piece of the mattress. And everything is normal rendering. It is part of quotidient.

...

Last week, I'll get my bicycle to the park. I hate this car. It's an old building désafecté. I smell moisisure and there's nothing clean. I hate people who work there. They look stupid. It does not concern me. Do not respond to my greetings. They leave my bicycle still below the large holes in the roof. That evening it rained. I'll get my bike, of course covered with water. At the left, I asked the lady to give me his towel to wipe it usually use my bench. She ignores me as usual. I am impatient and took myself I see the rag hanging on the wall and wipes my bench. It starts to run and make me signs that it is to wash the rag FIG. Criss. The guy arrives. I really hate him. He has a big jackass. It pogne nerves. Kicks off on my bicycle. Speaks loudly with words I do not understand. I'm leaving, but about being a good citizen, I will in a small shop and bought a new rag. Cute and more. With a price that these people can not afford. I'm back in the car park and a sign that the lady is far more that I leave a package on his''office''. It starts to run, opens the bag, looks at me with big eyes and gives me the bag. I motioned to him that I 'm sorry, it makes me happy, I want to give him the clothes. She begins to cry, give me back the bag. I laid upon her chair, makes him a smile and get ready to go. It POGNE nerves. Gives me the bag and shouted.
Well, what I did.
A client comes to me and say that the lady is supertisieuse and it's a lot of bad luck to receive a piece of cloth to wash her face ... Or something like that. I'm putting the lady even more cursed. And then I wonder why I kill me to endure all this ... Here I am the minority. Everyone's eyes follow me because I'm different. Sometimes, it's been shit.

Wednesday, October 28, 2009

Warcraft Spectral Tiger Mount

Contact Site ALBANIK

Here are the details you need to go to Google Maps to find, no problem, the site of Albanik:

41.208671,20.200703

Using Satellite version there are even home near the lake!

Eager to go back!

Good luck to all ...

Sunday, October 18, 2009

How Did My Sucker Fish Die?

Blog, not bling blang

"You who know,
you who loves you who are devoted
time, you
who surveyed the country, you who know
Agim and others who saw you
Porocan and Grabova,
be our ambassador "

Posted by jl emery Saturday, September 20, 2008 at 08: Route 38 in , Rough Guide.

Thank you and thank you again Jean-Luc, I had never read this message I have just discovered the site of the Backpacker.
That blog continues to arouse new Troubadours of Albania and I am filled!

Thursday, October 15, 2009

Does Healing Ringworm Look Like

The day I attend a wedding in Vietnam

Ok, ok. Clarification: It was not my wedding. Good. Now, let's start!

So on a Saturday, I go one step towards the joyous wedding of my colleague. On the invitation, it says 5:30. The first thing I'm told is to never arrived on time at a Vietnamese wedding. So, about 18:30, I go with one of my colleagues said marriage. So, you arrive at the hotel, there are 6 girls in wedding dress paid to stay motionless at each side of the door to welcome guests. You go up and there you have the chance to take a picture with the bride!

then returns you sit in the room. There, you wait until the world arrives late without receiving a beverage product (first shock ... they make you wait or not to use anything at your disposal). So talking about jase jase with the world is at your table. There is finally a drink. About 10% of the guests take a beer, still water or a coke. There are about 350 people invited.



And now, 3 girls with red umbrellas accompanied by Mr. effiminé go on stage to lip sync of a Vietnamese love song. The girls twirled umbrellas, guys are going the basin with a small plastic guitar, a few choreographed dance steps and there, a toune disco, full of light color and finally, the couple appear with new vêtememts (!). Then, the servers go up on stage, there are small fireworks that comes from the food and there was a right of first entry. The food is delicious and is served in 6 different departments. One dish at a time that everyone is sharing. During the meal, some friends of the couple will do karaoke. Say they are not all good singers ...
So we fill the front and at 20:30, you realize that half the world's gone and we are telling you they returned home. While there is still some food that happens, I left the scene. And yes, a marriage in Vietnam is about 1:30 in everything and everywhere. You come, you give your wedding gift, you're the face and you fill out again. Ouch right? No dance, no games, no message ... The bride is waiting for you out with another coat of another color. The balance sheet? I had a good evening. I ate well and everything but ... it seems to be a loser at home to 21h in the evening a wedding ... no? So this is another piece of my cultural integration.

you soon! Tan be!

- Anh Nic

Thursday, October 8, 2009

Dedicate Flowers In A Wedding Program

My new house

Here is my new home!



Being responsible for a rental in Vietnam brings more strange time ... I hope its not surprise you more. So every month we must write a paper on the numbers on the electricity meter and paste the paper on the wall outside the house. A lady pass, write the number and the week after, you receive an invoice in your box a trunk ...
often lack electricity, but more is vedge we had water cut off for 24 hours. Have no way of explanation. It is also the zoo neighbors. They are watching and following eye when you walk down the street. But last Saturday was our housewarming, it seems that they do not like us ... we and our 10 friends to sing and talk loudly to 11h30pm .. Anyway, that's what our landlord told us ... And it is here the world goes to bed early and waking up very early. That

voila, you are welcome home!

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