jessica mast is in vietnam.
she smells lots of fish and sewage and incense burned for buddha, hears lots of motorbike engines and horns, sees lots of faces that remind her of her home in southeast fresno, tastes lots and lots and lots of rice, and feels like the streets of hanoi are exactly where she should be right now.
highlight of the day:
the hilarious irony of visiting the very somber and very magnificent ho chi minh mausoleum – in the middle of a crowd of vietnamese children grabbing the back of their neighbor’s shirts, or pants, or skirts, to keep them from getting too distracted and out of line while they toured.
really, what four year old wants to see their old president’s embalmed body inside a soviet-inspired box of marble?
more to come later. i love my life.