Where I stayed in Tri Ton, Vietnam

Where I stayed in Tri Ton, Vietnam

From the bus station and the internet cafe in Ha Tien, I looked onllne for possible accomodation in Triton, and had a few on my list. 

On my arrival at the town of Tri Ton, and after showing the people I met there this list that I have written, they were signalling that it was far away. There is absolutely no one in town who speak english.

II was asking people for where I can sleep, but none seem to understand any word, or signal that I am making; Meantime, a pharmacy was open and thought the pharmacist might be able to help me (assuming she is the more educated and professional).

She pointed me to somewhere, and I walked as instructed. 

On this lane where she pointed me to, there are 2 establishments that looked like a guesthouse/hotel. There is nobody attending to the first one, so i moved onto the second one.

There was a man on the second, and I showed him the list. Again, he was signalling that it's far. 

Then he kept talking but none of that I could tell. Later, he probably realized that I am not understanding anything, and pulled my hand to walk to the second floor. He opened a room, and then i understood. They are in fact a guesthouse.

I asked how much, and he pulled his wallet off, and took out 2 x 100k dong bills. I was asking for a discount, showing 1 x 100k dong bill, and he asked for 150. I itierated i can only pay 100, and he agreed.

The room is more than perfect for the price, except that the mattress is kind of stiff; Else, the room was very clean, with A/C and Fan (though I did not really use the AC).

The following morning, I asked them for where I can eat, and the husband even drove  me to a local restaurant. 

I've asked for the time of the bus, and they called the bus company for me.

Then I asked where I can probably rent a bicycle or motorbike, and he pointed on their household bike (and did not even ask for anything for it).

In the afternoon, I asked again where it is good to have coffee, and without an answer, he took his motorbike keys, and handed me a spare helmet.

In the evening, I was asked if I were hungry, and was walked through a Pho stall (and even paid for my pho).

Then, when it was time for me to leave, he walked me to the waiting area, and waited until he was sure I was on the bus.

I couldn't be more thankful for having been with this family, at an area where nobody speaks english, and when I don't have a phone to help me.

All the time we were talking, we were on google translate thru their phones.




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