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Chinese tourists in Vietnam generally speak neither English nor Vietnamese. Which is fine, until they go off script.

I’m traveling today for business, and I’m staying in a pretty nice hotel in Da Nang. During breakfast, a middle-aged Chinese couple just wandered into my hotel’s restaurant. The greeter asked them for their room number, which is how they keep track of who has eaten breakfast from which room. Unfortunately, she was asking in English, and the Chinese couple clearly did not understand her.

It was a complete communication breakdown. I happened to be getting a glass of orange juice at the time, and saw the whole interaction. It was getting increasingly uncomfortable, so I decided I should help out.

I jumped in and helped translate between the two. Turns out, they weren’t staying here, but they wanted just to look around and see the food. (That’s a typically cute Chinese thing to do, my lovely wife loves a good buffet).

The tourism and hospitality industry in Vietnam is facing a new challenge. They invested a lot of effort in aiming their training programs to an international clientele that speaks English. Unfortunately, they are now dealing with a kind of tourist that they didn’t prepare for. As China gets richer, international travel has become more accessible to more people in China, including a large segment that does not speak English at all. Most Chinese tourists travel in groups for that very reason. If they follow the tacit rules, to stick with the group, no problem. But if they try to do something that wasn’t part of the plan, they hit a wall.

The food display was like artwork. I liked to look at it, too!

It was the first time I translated between two foreign languages, which was a challenge for my old and withering brain cells After just a short interaction, my brain was like scrambled eggs. But I managed to pull it off, barely.

And the funniest part was a few minutes later. I returned to my seat and resumed breakfast. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the couple finishing their tour and prepare to leave. Before they walked out of the restaurant, one of them turned around and surreptitiously took a photo of me. I suppose that our interaction was as interesting for them as it was for me, and now I will be one of their funny vacation stories for their friends back home: the weird white guy who spoke Chinese and Vietnamese.

The secret to a successful garage sale

Is to make it catchy!

So much truth here

Just another Sunday morning in Vietnam

A Buddhist monk chilling on his motorcycle in the park, while talking on his cell phone.

To say that Vietnamese culture is diverse and complex is to understate how incomprehensible it can be to a foreigner. I’ve been in country a year and a half, and I still feel like a newcomer. Will I ever understand this country? Possibly not, but I doubt that I will ever stop wanting to.

Just another morning

At the impromptu coffee shop that some lady sets up on the sidewalk every morning.

Moonset over Saigon

My spellcheck doesn’t think that’s a word. But I don’t know what else to call it. Early this morning, the moon was going down while the sun was coming up. The moon was setting while the sun was rising. So it’s a moonset, right?

5:46 am today.

No gender ambiguity here

This pencil case knows exactly who she is.

Finally

A made-up holiday that I can get excited about!

If you can’t be Batman

“SUPREME” is a pretty good second choice, I guess.

For some reason, I’m uneasy

Can’t quite put my finger on it, though.