I think I’ve reached my threshold for consuming Vietnamese food. Who would’ve thought it? It’s a good thing for me that Dong Du Cafe has Italian fare – fresh homemade pasta, and really great pizza. The only problem is that I don’t get there often enough. I’m beginning to think in terms of VND – is that good or bad? Somehow, the $24,000VND roundtrip cabfare to Dong Du at lunchtime doesn’t seem worth it ($1.70USD). And the people at work think I’m extravagant because I eat there fairly often – a few times a week. Daily specials (main course, salad, iced tea) cost about $38000VND ($2.50). The people I work with eat for about 50 cents a day at lunchtime. One meal at Dong Du is a week’s worth of lunch.

Is this perspective enough for poverty? It’s actually not poverty – one can eat relatively well for a dollar a day. If you consider that medical doctors make $100USD a month, then working at Nike for $2.50 a day does not seem so bad, does it? If you figure the wages of a regularly salaried employee (in a restaurant) of $50-60 USD/month, 7 days a week with 2 days off, that person makes about $1.70 a day. The people who work in offices make about $200-300/month (they make so much more because they are college educated and not employed by the State like doctors are). They work 6 days a week, just over $11 a DAY on the high end of the scale. Puts exploitation of labor in a different light, I guess. We should be thanking foreign companies for the employment they bring.

Tomorrow Thanh comes back to the city. I’m going to ask him to take me riding on the Honda after work – it’s what people do here. Rainy season has just begun, though. For the last 3 days it has thunderstormed in the afternoons, even if only briefly. Soon we’ll be getting rain ‘round the clock.

Day after tomorrow I leave for Hue early in the morning with Chuong. I won’t be able to write again until early next week, but I’m sure I’ll have much to tell, especially about my Hong origins. Chuong told me that he walked into a temple in Hue many years ago. The keeper took one look at him, asked if he was the grandchild of Hong Giu Chau (dad’s brother), and pretty soon, the whole town came out to greet him.

Have you gone to see the pictures I sent Souris for her saigon soldier site? I sent more yesterday.