Thursday I wrote on the side of the rode and then chased a butterfly around the streets of Tay Ho. It's the Western district, but even there I stood out. Here's what I wrote:
I am camped out on the sidewalk, next to an electric pole that I mistook for a tree. The heat is palpable. Yesterday [Wednesday] I spent the day in the touristy area of Hanoi's Old Quarters, which is covered in shops, all selling an assortment of products more distinct than the next. For around $50 USD I found birthday presents for four friends. I escaped the heat with shopping, getting a tea in an air conditioned café whenever the sweat in my eyes made it a challenge to see. It was beautiful, culturally new, touristy. I look forward to seeing more outside of this and finding more ways to adapt.
There is a clear distinction between those who grew up here and those visiting. Whether its restaurants with prices and meals only appealing to foreigners, or the fact....that I AM SITTING ON A SIDEWALK writing on the only Apple device that I've seen today. I stand out in America, it is not a surprise that I do here. So, in my inability to adapt, I admire. The slick balance of the Vietnamese people, whirling around on their motorbikes. Their tolerance of THIS HEAT. The reformed areas and how much effort clearly went into them compared to the thatched roofs of what they once were and some still are. I am grateful to feel safe as I wander around alone in a tank top (we could just stop there...) with my most financially valuable possession in my hands.
Being here I realize just how familiar I am with Western set-ups. I wanted to go write at an air conditioned café with wifi. I could find that, but would again feel guilt in the comfort. Instead I like my spot here. With ants following the pack as much as Starbucks goers, and motorbike-clad natives staring at me. I don't get to assimilate, I am here to know what it is to stand alone not knowing the rules of someone else's game. I am grateful to have been let in at all, and will happily amuse in the meantime.
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