Having Lunch With A Vietnamese Friend
I was in really poor condition. I felt nauseous, but I had to go to lunch with An, who is Vietnamese and whom we met at a local restaurant a couple of days ago. Around 11:30 am, he picked us up at the hotel where we were staying by Grab. We visited a duck cuisine restaurant and had a variety of duck dishes. I wanted to fight off my nausea, so I had a beer. We asked about his situation, such as his parents’ condition and his religion. I was going to pay the bill, but he treated us. I could not understand why he treated us so generously. In the first place, he also treated me the first time we met. I felt sorry for his too much hospitality. Eri and I returned to the hotel with An, and we said goodbye in front of the hotel. I could not thank him enough. I rested in the hotel room until about 7 pm. We went out to have dinner, but it suddenly started pouring. We entered a local rice noodle shop. I still felt nauseous, so I could only eat a very small portion. I took a shower and read a book on Kindle about the Vietnam War. It was quite interesting. I fell asleep just after midnight.
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- Having Lunch With Vietnamese I was really poor condition. I felt nausea but I had to go to lunch with Anh who is Vienamese and we knew each other at a local restaurant couple of days ago. Around 11:30 am, he picked us up at the hotel which we stayed by Grab. We visited a Duck cusine restaurant. W e had variety of duck dishes. I wanted to fight off nausea so I got beer. We asked his situation like his parents condition and his religion. I was going to pay the cost but he treated us. I could not understand why he treated us so well. In the first place, he treated me at the first time we met. I felt sorry his too much hospitality. Eri and I returned the hotel with Anh and we said good bye at the front of the hotel. I could not say thank you enough. I rest at the hotel room until about 7 pm. We went out to have dinner but suddenly started pourling. We entered a local rice noodle shop. I still felt nausea so I could eat very few portion. I took shower and read a book via Kindle about Vietnam war. It was quite interesting. I fell asleep just after midnight.
Contemporary artist based in the Netherlands. I’ve learned at an Art College and Culinary Institute. I attempt to connect ART and FOOD.
