It just gets worse

Stupid ferenge was on his way into a store last night before dinner. I thought the door was open which of course it was not. I banged my head on the glass door to the amusement of an elderly lady in the establishment. I found out last night a few other things about the streets of Hanoi. I am constantly motioned at by guys sitting on scooters. I thought they wanted to rent me the scooter but was told they are yet another form of taxi, much cheaper but probably more risky than the 4-wheeled model.

I was also told that one can rent a scooter but then mentioned that if I were to do so, I would never be able to find my way back to the store. Apparently if you are a ferenge and approach a taxi driver on a scooter and give the address of the store, you can follow him there which solves that conundrum.

I contacted Parminder in Dar es Salaam and will hook my Sweet Thing up with him if she ends up there and he is still around. Towards the end of my stay in Addis, Parminder mentioned the Bank likes to rotate people every 7 and his time is up in Tanzania. He had not yet indicated to the Bank what he wanted for his next posting (sentence??).

I checked the lineup for BluesFest and ALL the acts I want to see are on before I get back. I need to see Sean Mallia's band on Sunday but there is really nothing else for me to see. I will discuss with my Sweet Thing who is very very very busy working away these days. It's funny to text her as I get up and find she is just getting home from work. I read today in the paper that it has been unusually dry May/June this year in Hanoi in a season that hosts some major downpours most years.

We are approximately 4-6 weeks away from the arrival of grand-child #2, a second child for Lindsay and Jordan. The baby will probably be either a boy or a girl :). Zaide will make plans to go out in early September.