Yesterday was another road trip. This time we were headed for the city of Can Tho. The caravan consisted of Duc, Sharla, Steven, and me. The main goal of the trip: to eat pizza. It was Sunday, so that meant a leisurely breakfast and a late start on the trip. But around 10:30 a.m. we were off. We drove through the partially-overcast weather on a rather narrow road, but at least there were relatively few potholes. Once again, my rear was starting to kill me after ¾ of the drive, but I stuck it out in the name of adaptation. There were more and more industrial parks and even a sign for an airport as we pulled into the 5th largest city in this country. The order of things was this: pizza, bakery (at Sharla’s insistence), and then Citimart.
It occurred to me as we sat down to eat at the pizza place, with its tri-lingual menu and being full of foreigners, that this city was almost like a smaller version of Ho Chi Minh City. Little kids didn’t shout “hello!!” at us when we drove through the streets, we spotted lots of white people walking around the park by the river, etc. A very different feel from the dusty small town of Long Xuyen.
Pizza was wonderful and we ate overlooking a small park and the river. After we had been stuffed with cheese and grease we had to wait for the rain to cease and shoved a pizza box into the “trunk” on Abe. Then it was off through the misting sky to a bakery that smelled really good from the road. However, inside I saw little or nothing that really appealed to me.
Finally, to the Citimart, a kind of supermarket/clothes shop thing. It’s rather difficult to explain, because I’ve never really seen anything like it in the states. The ground floor was supermarketish, followed by a second floor with clothes, shoes, and massage chairs for sale. The top floor was mainly an arcade where Duc and I blew a few bucks shooting zombies in a video game. Only when we were ready to leave did I realize that the top floor also contained a bowling alley. Bowling: a passion and frustration for me, but always fun. Next time I suppose.
The ride home consisted of some speeding on straightaways. Several times I was hitting 70kph. I checked the conversion and it works out to nearly 44mph. Not very impressive by American standards, but if you have seen the traffic and road conditions in the Mekong Delta, you would know how fast it feels here.
In the evening movie night rolled around and Tyler and I went over and started things and then Sharla showed up later to view the Chinese film. Near the end of the movie I hear the loudest thunderclap in my life and it rumbled on and on for what felt like a minute. It was still drizzling a little as the three of us piled onto my motorbike for the chilly ride home.