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Monday, March 8th, 2010

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Monday March 8

Monday, March 8th, 2010

It is International Women’s Day. And it does not go by unnoticed in Vietnam. Last night it was celebrated even more than today. Boys and men were buying their sweethearts and wives a red rose, wrapped in cellophane. The flower vendors were wall to wall on the beach. The restaurants and bars were packed. But the young who could not afford a restaurant formed parties on the beach. The below picture is of a group of twenty year old students at the Tourism college, just down the block from the hotel.

I am fading fast and will probably do the rest tomorrow morning. I should have never mentioned anything about my tooth ache/abscess, in yesterday’s blog. I woke up in the middle of the night with a worse ache than before. It took a while for the Codeine to kick in. I plan to have it checked in Saigon. I am now planning to take the Wednesday night train. I posted the package with my Basket Boat manuscript and pictures on a CD and the letter to the minister of Culture, Sport and Tourism.

Beach party for International Women's Day