Thursday, March 14, 2013

Waffles and Literature

Yesterday, we went for a walk in downton Saigon looking for a money exchange place and we passed a street seller selling those crispy waffle things.

Spying a business opportunity, she hastily gave us a multitude of free samples ("sucking us in" as Mum would later put it!) Mum finally gave in and said she would buy a few bags. Instantly the middle-aged lady's face shot from warm and cheerful to dead serious. "One hundred thousand dong!" she said, (later on Mum explained that this was close to eight NZ dollars) but Mum was adamant that this was too expensive and managed to haggle it down to 70,000, although Isaac insisted that he could have gotten it to 60,000. Just as we were about to leave with our purchase, a bookseller, obviously thinking we were easy customers, came along and started shoving guides and atlases in our faces.



When we refused, her look of outrage said it all: "But you just gave her 70,000 dong for a few waffles!" My lesson learned? Stay away from waffle sellers!

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