First off, my lane, Ngo 142 Au Co, has its own surprises. I’ve written about him before but my landlord is the coolest old guy ever. All I see him do is chill and make rice wine and play with his dog. And his grandkids are always around and shout “Hello!!” every time I walk by. I bet their family is shocked that my roommate and I are able to survive. Whenever we get food delivered (which is more often than I’d like to admit), they stare at us as if to say, “how are you guys not able to cook your own food?” And for a while I wasn’t putting my motorbike in our garage (which is playing with fire since it’s a piece of cake to steal a motorbike, roll it down the street, then get someone to make a key that turns it on). Eventually, the landlord’s wife came over and made enough hand motions that it became clear I needed to start locking it up. Their presence next door (and the police man who lives on the other side) make me feel incredibly safe here, and I’m learning more and more about them the better my Vietnamese becomes. Below are some pictures of the view from my house, Ngo 142, and my landlord's rice wine containers/his house/a random delicious meal my roommate and I had there today.
This is my motorbike!
That's how my landlord makes his ricewine! He makes so much that he tries to give me and my roommate bottles of it all the time.
Ngo 142
My landlord's friend along with some rice wine and the meal we had today!
| My roommie is pretty easy to pick out. My landlord is the man smiling off to the right. |