Whooping in the rainPosted: April 7, 2011
Yesterday I was all suited for work as we had a VIP visitor.
Once they had left there was a glass or two of champagne left over which I gratefully took advantage of. Around the same time I realised it was raining and that having forgotten a coat my suit wasn’t going to fare well under the drizzle.
So, reasoning that a jacket would be wrecked, I set off in an open neck shirt and smart trousers.
Eyes half closed against the drizzle, I manoeuvred between the traffic while slowly getting wetter and wetter.
Then the laugh came, almost a whoop. The ridiculousness of it all. Living and working in Vietnam, driving home – a big tay amongst all the Vietnamese – soaked through.
So absurd. If they could see me now…
Even now, almost a decade after I first visited Vietnam I never really saw this coming.
Still living the dream. Still just about remembering this was the dream.