The girls here, compared with Chinese girls (as I told you, the previous trip was in China, first Asian country I visited, that's why I tend to compare), are cuter and more feminine.
And they seem to have bigger breasts.
The high hills are indispensable most of the time, even on the scooter, and the pyjama is the most fashionable thing ever!
The pyjama is the every day street wear, most of the times pink and/or with flowers; as for the most sophisticated girls, the silk-pink-pyjama graciously floating in the air on scooters.
People here use to get up early and go to sleep soon. You can say that they live with the sun.
And they live outside: they eat outside, they wash outside, they chat outside, they cut their hair outside and all they do is in front of everybody.
Even the idea of intimacy is missing and people do not seem to need it. The curiosity must be satisfied this way.
Vietnamese do not know that they are noisy - as the Chinese didn't know that they were so many, till they counted themselves, got scared, and the leader decided: “No more than one kid per family! Exception: the rich ones that are allowed to have two!”
Not acknowledging the noise any more and living without the concept of privacy, one simply forget that others might need some space for their own; so in this simple way the guardian came in my apartment, in spite the fact that the door was locked and the key in the door (!!!) and caught me, of course, undressed ! He quickly turned around and left but I guessed he had time to take a good enough look as I was hearing him laugh like a five year old with another five year old, outside the door.
I just had to tell myself that I have a funny ass. ( Really, my ass again?!…)
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