Six weeks ago, Justin, Evan, and I were in Vietnam. Today, I uploaded photos from that first day in Saigon. We slurped bowls of phở under a large portrait of former President Bill Clinton, wandered aimlessly, purchased comestibles from different street vendors, and then waited a long time for a very delayed flight to Hanoi.
While wandering, an older man pulled his motorbike onto the sidewalk and stopped in front of our group. He boasted that he was an English teacher, that he was eighty years old, and then said to Justin, “You call me ‘uncle’, and I call you ‘nephew’”. Justin simply called him “sir”, and then we bid him goodbye.
